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Bend and Break (Not Just the Rules)
Chapter 5 of 5 - Punishment that Fits the Crime
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Sevika x female reader
Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW
Tags: Sevika/Reader, Modern AU, College/University AU, Professor Sevika, Student Reader, Humor, Porn With Plot, Eventual Smut, Teacher-Student Relationship, a lot of this is probably super cliché and a bit silly, but I don’t give two shits cause it’s fucking hot and funny, Drinking, Masturbation, Smoking, Teasing, Size Difference, Enthusiastic Consent, Dom Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Sub Reader, Light BDSM, Impact Play, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, (yes I like the emotional whiplash of both kinks), Vaginal Fingering, Strap-Ons, Orgasm Delay, Choking, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Aftercare
Word Count: 12.8k (This sucker is chonky and filled to the brim with smut!)
Summary: When a hot professor in your field of study enters your radar, you’re quick to jump at the opportunity to get closer by taking her class. Temptations eventually lead the two of you to bend and break more than just the rules.
AN: New tags added, so please read those!
‘The only thing I’m going to bend and break is you.’
Never had you found a threat to be so incredibly thrilling. So provocative. What should have filled you with dread and fear had you squirming and rubbing your thighs together, trying to ease the ache that suddenly spread through there.
“Now, you have a choice here, sweetheart. You can either walk away right now, and we never speak of this again, or you can stay here and take what we both know you deserve,” she whispered into your ear, voice low and dangerous. “So what’s it gonna be?”
How could that even be a question, given how your body screamed for her attention– her touch? Still, in the back of your mind, you found the check for consent just as hot as whatever the hell she had in store for you.
“Stay,” you whimpered.
She chuckled against your ear, sending a wave of shivers through your body. “So, how should you be punished, hm?”
You said nothing. Merely stood there damn near dying of anticipation. You knew there was nothing you could say to get you out of this dilemma. A dilemma you very rightfully deserved to be in. Brought it on yourself. It was as if you wanted this to happen.
And deep down, you knew. You did want this to happen. Whatever this was.
SMACK!
You heard the sound of the ruler connecting with the flesh of your bottom before you felt it, but only by a fraction of a second. You yelped, body jolting forward against the desk as the pain seared across your asscheek.
“I asked you a question,” Professor Sevika growled from behind you. She was standing again, that lovely skin contact gone, but your attention was focused on the prickling sensation that overtook your skin.
“S-Sevik-”
SMACK!
“-AH!”
Another hit from that damned ruler– at least mercifully to your opposite asscheek that time, but it drew a startled cry from you all the same.
“It’s Professor,” she snarled.
“B-but you said–”
“I said what?”
“You said out-outside class I c-could call you–”
“And where are we?”
…
Oh.
“Class?” you mewled.
“Mhm. That’s right, sweetheart,” she purred, accenting that lovely pet name by lightly brushing her fingertips across your sore skin.
The moan that left your throat at the contact was deprived, wanton, and oh so very needy.
“How many times should we do this?" She taunted. "One for each month you spent tempting me? Each week? Each day?”
How were you even supposed to answer that?
SMACK!
Your resulting pained cry quickly dissolved into a soft moan as she soothed over your bottom again.
“Or maybe one for each dirty fantasy you had about me during my lectures?”
The moment you felt that lovely hand leave your skin, your entire body tensed, eyes squeezing shut tight in anticipation of another hit. When it didn’t immediately come, only deafening silence filling the room, you released your breath in a pathetic, choked whimper.
“Pro-Professor, please!” you begged.
“Please what?”
…
“Stop?”
Gods, please no.
“Answer me or I will stop.”
“No!” you cried out, far more frantic and loud than you had intended, but holy fucking hell were you enjoying this far too much. The punishment followed by her soothing touch. The pain mixed with pleasure. Her… attention. All of it for you. And only you.
“Please don’t stop,” you begged softly.
SMACK!
“Fuck!” you cried out. That time she nailed one of the spots she’d hit earlier. You pressed your mouth against a forearm, fighting desperately not to sob or moan as loudly as your body urged you to.
Your professor’s sinister chuckle rang in your ears and left a pool of warmth low in your belly. Your legs threatened to give way, and you were pretty sure if you hadn’t been putting so much of your weight on that desk, your knees would have buckled and you’d have gone crashing down.
“That’s what I thought," she sneered. "Such a dirty girl. Likes being punished." She trailed the pads of her fingers across the marks she'd left, her voice softening but still holding that taunting edge, "Don’t you?”
Though her words were degrading, they only made you yearn for her more. And you knew beneath those biting remarks, it was actually praise. Especially when she paired it with those gentle caresses across your sore ass. It left you in a daze- that contrasting pain and pleasure- degradation and praise.
But she took her hand away again, far too soon, and you unwittingly reached back with both hands in an attempt to cover your exposed ass.
“Oh no you don’t,” she chastised. “Move those hands.”
Her words went in one ear and right out the other. You were too far gone already. Too hopelessly aroused by her onslaught. It was all too much, your body simply acted on instinct.
Through your haze, you heard a familiar jingle, followed by something sliding along fabric.
And then…
SNAP!
You jumped at the sudden, loud sound, but it wasn’t the ruler smacking your ass this time. It wasn’t anything touching you. It was…
Her belt?
She’d definitely taken her belt off. Snapped the two halves together.
Next thing you knew, your hands were snatched up by her much larger ones. The soft leather of her belt wrapped around each of your wrists several times before being secured through the buckle.
She bent over you and brought her mouth to your ear again. “Comfortable?”
There was bite in that question, but it dawned on you that there was more to it than just teasing. It was another consent check.
Fuck, that’s so hot.
Untrusting of your own voice, you simply nodded.
“Good,” she husked, accenting that single word with a gentle glide of her hand across your ass. The moment she stood back up though, you knew what was coming next.
SMACK!
No longer able to bury your face in your arm, your resulting yelp was embarrassingly loud and pathetic, more like a sob. And when her hand only ghosted over your burning flesh, you instinctively tried to push back into her. Unsurprisingly, she pulled her hand away immediately.
SMACK!
“Fuck me!” you cried out. The pain of overlapping hits to your tender cheeks was indescribably somehow both horrible and delightful.
Several choked sobs escaped your slack mouth while your professor chuckled behind you, soothing you again with that glorious hand of hers. It wasn’t until your head collapsed against the desk that you realized tears and sweat were streaming down your face, your cheek slipping against where it rested on the hard wood. And with your chest now smashed against the desktop, you could feel just how labored your breathing was.
“Patience, sweetheart. We’ll get to that soon.”
Get to what soon?
Oh.
Oh god yes.
You squirmed in place, thighs rubbing together with no resistance. Shit, you were so fucking wet, and just from her punishing you. But the thought of what she just implied was soon to come left you teeming with desire.
She leaned over you again, and this time, with your head turned to the side, you could see her face from your periphery. She didn’t immediately speak into your ear. Instead, she ran that wonderful nose of hers along the side of your neck, taking in a long, deep breath.
“You know,” she purred, “I think you’re enjoying this a bit too much.”
‘W-What do you mean?” you stammered.
She ran her nose in the opposite direction along your neck, timing it with the glide of her hand across your ass, causing you to shiver and groan. Then she pressed her lips against the pulse point along your neck. Not quite a kiss, but intimate enough to make your legs ache and your core throb with need.
“Your sweet little heart– I can feel it, hear it. You’re so terribly excited, aren’t you?”
…
“And I can smell your arousal.”
The tears and sweat did nothing to cool the burning sensation that filled your cheeks. There was no denying how outlandishly turned on you were by all this. In all your fantasies about her, never had you imagined anything like this. This was so much better.
“You know what I think? For as much as you seem to be enjoying this, I think we need to find something much more severe for a count. What about one for each second you spent touching yourself in class?”
“Y-You knew?” you gasped.
“Oh I knew everything you were doing. As I said before, just couldn’t act on it with a student.”
“But then- why now?” you whimpered.
“Grades are in. You’re graduating, no longer a student.”
Oh.
OH!
She hummed in amusement against your ear, apparently catching how your eyes had gone wide in realization.
“Tell me, what did you fantasize about that day?”
Just when you thought your cheeks couldn’t possibly burn any hotter, they did the moment you thought about admitting- out loud- what you had imagined about her that day. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on coming up with the shortest, least incriminating, version of your fantasy.
But how the fuck do-
SMACK!
“FUUUuuck,” your screamed curse deteriorated into a long moan when her hand quickly replaced that god-forsaken ruler.
“I know you’re smarter than this, sweetheart,” she cooed
Apparently you weren’t, considering how many times you’d delayed in answering only to receive another deliciously brutal smack to your bottom.
“I- I imagined- kneeling before you,” you stammered, keeping your eyes closed to hide your shame as you continued to confess, “Be-Between your legs, at-at your desk…” You trailed off, foolishly hoping that would be enough to placate her.
“Hmm. And what were you doing there?” she hummed, her hand still caressing your tender skin, tracing along the marks she’d left there as if admiring her handiwork.
“I- I was touching your thighs… getting ready to- to take your- your pants off.”
You could feel her fingers travel closer and closer to the apex of your thighs with each swipe of her hand, making it more and more difficult for you to concentrate.
“Mmm. And then?” she asked, her voice so undeniably deep and sultry.
“I- I was going to- to-”
“Hm?”
Fuck! Just say it!
“-to give you head!” you blurted out the rest, flinching as if you would feel her disgust hit you like the fucking ruler. But there was no disgust. None whatsoever.
“I should have known. You are the pleasing type.”
Before you could respond to the wonderful praise hidden in that statement, you felt her run two fingers between your slit through your panties.
Your legs trembled at that tiny bit of stimulation, a barely contained moan caught in your throat.
"Look at you. Already so wet and I haven't even touched that pretty little cunt yet."
“Professor,” you whined and attempted to push back against her hand.
“I think you’re enjoying being disciplined this way far too much. Maybe you’re more deserving of a punishment that fits the crime. Maybe I’ll just tease you,” she accented that word with a literal tease- another drag of her fingertip through your slit. “Just dangle what you desire right in front of that pretty face of yours, but make you wait. Make you crave it so bad it’s all you can think about.”
Good god, was she implying that’s what you’d done to her? Had she wanted you so badly all this time and just not acted on it to save both of you from possible firing and expulsion?
“Does that sound like a fitting punishment?”
You’d honestly take anything she’d deal out. Anything. But you still weren’t ready to admit to that.
“I- I don’t kno-” your answer was cut short by one final SMACK of the ruler.
“Fuck!” you cried out. That hit had been particularly harsh, nailing your already raw skin. But you were crazy. Simply crazy. Because you enjoyed that pain, at least when it was dealt by her.
You didn’t immediately feel her soothing touch, instead you felt her slip her fingers beneath the waistband of your soaked panties and carefully pull them down to just below your knees.
“Hmm,” she hummed appreciatively from behind you, “very nice.”
You clenched around nothing at that praise, and she obviously took notice.
“So needy,” she teased, chuckling lowly when you attempted to push back against her hand as she ghosted it over your ass.
“Sev- Professor, please,” you whined. You bit your lip, too fearful to ask for what you really wanted.
“Please what?”
Of course she’d make you say it.
“Please touch me.”
Your professor’s smug face appeared in your periphery. “Where?”
…
“Here?” she asked, tauntingly brushing the tips of her fingers across the back of your neck and causing you to shiver.
…
“Or here?” she slipped her hand beneath the back of your shirt and lightly drug her nails down your spine.
You shuddered and moaned involuntarily, eyes fluttering shut at the delightful sensations coursing through your body.
“What about here?” With her hand never leaving your skin, she trailed her fingers over your ass, all the way down to your thighs, her middle finger dangerously close to where you really wanted her.
You tried again, without success, to push back against her hand, only for her to pull it away with a scolding, “Tsk.”
“You’ve got to use your words. I can’t spend all night guessing.”
She fucking knew where you wanted to be touched. She was just toying with you. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like how sadistic she was. So you took in a shaky breath, screwed your eyes shut, and forced out a defeated, “Between my legs.”
You knew that wouldn’t satiate her desire to have you admit the filthy specifics, so after taking another breath, you whispered, “My cunt.”
Still hovering over your face, she chuckled darkly. “Atta girl."
Gawd that was almost… demeaning, but holy fuck did it make you feel good.
She stood back up, placing a hand back on your bottom, only this time, as she dipped her spread fingers lower, she let her middle finger tease just along the outside of your wet folds. She reversed the path, moving her finger aside just before she could reach your entrance.
Goddamn tease!
And she just repeated the motion, leaving you sucking in a breath each time that tantalizing digit came close to your dripping center, only to release it from your lungs in a shaky groan. She kept at it until you were left squirming and pulling against the belt restraining your hands. Even with your eyes closed, you knew she was back there wearing the biggest, sexiest, most evil grin.
“Professor please!” you begged when she made another pass, this time the pad of her finger ghosting over your slit.
So close.
Of course she said nothing, but you knew what she was thinking. ‘Please what?’
“Inside, please,” you pleaded.
“All you had to do was ask,” she taunted.
With your eyes still squeezed shut, all you could focus on was the wonderful pressure of her thick finger finally slipping inside- slowly. So fucking slowly.
Your toes curled and you bit your bottom lip, struggling to remain quiet. Something primal started building in your throat, threatening to spill past your pursed lips at any moment. She was only the first knuckle deep and your head was already spinning.
“Mmm,” She hummed from behind you. “So warm-” Her second knuckle slid inside, then her voice sounded closer. “-wet-” she purred. Halfway to the final knuckle and her sultry voice even closer still. “-and tight,” she husked against your ear as she buried that finger clear to the last knuckle.
The breath you’d been holding to keep quiet fell past your parted lips in a wanton moan, your body trembling with the pleasure that coursed through your lower half.
God, if just a single finger feels that heavenly, how would two feel?
“Feel good?” she purred.
“Yes. Very…” you groaned when she slowly pulled her finger out, curling and dragging it along your walls. Warm air fanned across your cheek as she laughed tauntingly. You slowly opened your eyes to find her leaning against the top of the desk on her forearm, wearing the most shit-eating grin while she watched your expressions.
“Think you can take two?”
Not sure.
“Or should we work you up a bit first?”
Fuck no.
“I can take another,” you huffed out, struggling to remain still, the tip of her finger threatening to slip out completely.
She chuckled again, and you instinctively clenched at that undeniably sultry sound just as she slipped a single digit back inside.
“Forget your manners?” she taunted, stilling inside you.
“Pl-eeease,” you moaned when she dragged back out again. She’d obviously timed that with you trying to talk just to fuck with you. That should have made you angry, but good god did you enjoy the torture. And any bit of torture you felt disappeared the instant you felt her start to push two digits back in.
Oh fuck was it a stretch. You whimpered, spreading your legs wider to try to accommodate. Two of her fingers were easily as thick as three of your own. Had to be. And when she forced you to open wider, going deeper and deeper, you fought to bite back another moan. Fists clenched from where they were still bound behind your back, you didn't even notice the pain of your nails piercing your own skin when her fingers finally bottomed out.
No amount of fantasizing could ever have prepared you for how good you felt at that moment. So full. Only the slightest tinge of pain, but it was completely overtaken by the pleasant ache that spread from your core through the entirety of your body.
But you needed more.
You needed motion. Friction.
“Pro-fessor, please,” you begged, “Fuck me.”
Your body felt like it was on fire, and you weren’t sure if it was the embarrassment of how desperate and pathetic you were, the intense pleasure and anticipation, or a combination thereof. Whatever it was, you could feel a thin sheen of sweat forming across your forehead and chest.
Another low taunting chuckle timed with the drag of retreating digits and you thought you might just lose it right there.
Your lips parted, another plea ready on your tongue, only to come out in a sharp gasp the moment she rammed both fingers back inside your dripping hole.
“Fuck!” you cried out, but she left you no time to recover, immediately starting to finger fuck you at a slow, steady pace.
She was laughing from somewhere behind you again, but it barely registered in your lust-laden mind as she scissored, curled, and pumped her fingers in and out.
Gradually, she started to increase the speed, plunging deeper with each thrust and bringing you closer and closer to that blissful climax.
“You think that boy could fuck you like this?” she taunted, her lips dragging along your sweat-slick neck as she bent over you. She used her own body weight to push her fingers deeper, your insides burning and growing tighter with each thrust, each derisive little comment. “You think he could make you feel this good? Know exactly how to please you? All the right spots?” She accented the last word with a swipe of her thumb across your throbbing clit.
White light flashed behind your closed eyes, a feeling so electric firing straight from your core to your toes.
You were so close. So fucking close. Just a few more swipes. Just a few more- and you’d be there.
“P-Please!” you sputtered.
Another tease across the swollen bundle of nerves.
“I’m so close!” you cried out. You opened your eyes, hoping you could use them to plead with her, words no longer an option. Unfortunately, you could only see a blur of her face through your own tears.
And then her fingers were gone.
“Oh god no! No, please! Please Professor!” you sobbed frantically. You pushed up off the desk as much as you could without the use of your arms, squirming against your restraints and struggling to get strength in your legs to push back against her.
“Calm down!” Professor Sevika snarled.
Your eyes went wide, but you were too overwhelmed with desperation. You opened your mouth to protest, beg her more, only to have it filled with two thick, wet fingers. She spread them wide and shoved them clear back to your throat.
“Do you want to get caught right before your graduation ceremony?” she seethed against your ear.
You shook your head frantically, blinking away tear after tear, sending them spilling down your burning cheeks. The taste of your own slick filled your mouth as your tongue rolled along her fingers.
“You’ll get your release. You just have to learn to be patient,” she hissed. “ Like I did.”
Oh boy. Should have seen that coming.
“Got it?”
You took a deep, calming breath and murmured in affirmation around her fingers.
“You gonna be quiet now?”
You nodded, blinking away the last of your tears.
“Still think you deserve this?”
Another consent check, another nod.
She slipped her drool-coated fingers from your mouth and you watched as a string of saliva and slick clung between you two, core throbbing at the sight of it.
After wiping her fingers off across your ass, she gently helped you lie back down against the desk. With her mouth pressed to your ear, she whispered, “Now you be a good girl, and I’m going to get something else I think you’ll really like.”
Your eyes opened wide at the possible implications of that statement. You tried, without much success, to lift your head off the desk to see what she was doing behind you. Unfortunately, she was just outside your field of vision, but you could hear her rummaging through her bag on the floor. Then more shuffling, jingling of… buckles? More than one for sure.
“Not sure this is necessary given how dripping wet you are,” she taunted from behind you. Then you heard something squirt.
Lube?
Oh god.
She was lubing up a strap-on.
You shifted in place, rubbing your soaked thighs together, the thought of what was coming next leaving you yearning for what would assuredly be another delightfully full feeling.
“Oh!” you gasped when something unexpectedly wet and cold prodded at your warm entrance.
Sevika chuckled and teasingly dragged the tip through your slit. “So sorry sweetheart. Might be a little cold.”
No shit.
You didn’t respond, instead focused on your breathing, which was still heavy from getting so worked up. With your chest pressed against the unforgiving wood of the desktop, you could feel your heart throbbing faster each time she ran the head of the dildo through your folds.
“You’re gonna have to get a little higher for me.”
Easier said than done.
Your legs felt like they’d turned to jello, but you still forced them closer together and pushed up on your tiptoes, muscles screaming at you to cease the demand.
“That’s my good girl.” She gave your ass a light pat with her free hand and pressed the tip of the toy just far enough inside to keep it from slipping out.
It was not a small one by any means. You could already feel the girth by the paltry amount sitting just inside your entrance. A soft moan fell past your lips and you rested your slick forehead against the top of the desk.
“Think you can take it all?” She asked, both her hands massaging the round, plump flesh of your ass.
You honestly weren’t sure. Her two fingers were the perfect fit, and this felt even larger. However, you were not about to tell her no to anything she offered you. Not in this lifetime or any other.
“Yes,” you forced out with a shallow breath.
“Hmm. I think so too,” she husked. She pressed both her thumbs against the underside of each asscheek and forced you to spread open more, revealing you in all your wet, lascivious glory.
Then, ever so slowly, you felt the toy start to sink deeper. It dragged almost tormentingly slowly along your walls. You weren’t sure if she was doing it to toy with you, or to give you time to adjust, but whatever her reason was, it was leaving you struggling to think.
“Mmm. Look at that,” she hummed, delighting in the vision of the silicone cock sinking deeper between your wet folds. “Fuck, that’s real good.”
Instinctively, your body jerked back towards her, forcing the toy considerably further in. You gasped at the sudden intense stimulation, muscles straining and fingers curling into fists.
Professor Sevika moved her hands to your hips, her nails digging into the soft flesh as she held you in place.
“Uh-uh,” she chided mockingly. “I’m in control here.”
“I-I’m sorry,” you stammered, “It-It just feels so good and you’re just so… I’m so…” You trailed off, mind blanking the moment she pushed in the last remaining length of the toy, her hips pressing fully against your ass.
“What was that? I didn’t quite catch that.”
Through the haze in your head, you heard the taunting lilt in her words, but it only made the knot forming low in your gut pull tighter. And with the height difference, the strap pressed in at an odd angle, to the point you could swear there was a bulge low in your stomach where it rested against the desk.
A sudden sharp pain in your hips knocked you temporarily back to your senses.
“I asked you a question,” she snarled, her nails sinking into your flesh.
“I- I’ve never felt so good. Never needed something- someone- so bad,” you exhaled as she started to pull back out.
“We’re only getting started, sweetheart,” she taunted. Then, just as the tip threatened to fall from your needy cunt, she snapped her hips, burying the faux cock clear to the hilt.
All the air rushed from your lungs in a sharp cry of pleasure, surely loud enough that anyone in the vicinity could hear. Hopefully nobody was.
“You’d better stay quiet. Or do I need to busy that mouth of yours again?” She seethed, leaning over your body to speak into your ear.
What was with all the difficult questions? There was no way you could keep quiet while she fucked you. It was too intense- too fucking good. And good god, she was making that angle so much worse- or better- with the way she was positioned. You stretched on your tiptoes, trying to relieve some of that overwhelming pressure.
“I’ll be good,” you mewled, “I’ll be quiet.”
“That’s my good girl,” she purred as she ran the tip of her nose along your ear. “Keep this up, and maybe I’ll let you cum sooner than later.”
You clenched around the toy, and you knew she could feel it by the evil little laugh that rumbled through her chest to where it pressed against your back.
She stood back up, and you whimpered at that loss of contact, only to be distracted by the strap withdrawing again.
Just as she’d done with her fingers, she started fucking you with a steady rhythm. Except this time, she only pulled out slowly, reentering at a much faster speed. Her hips slammed against your bottom each time, leaving you biting back moan after moan.
“How’s it feel having that wet little hole fucked by your professor?” she taunted. “Did you fantasize about this too?”
You’d literally dreamt of this moment a thousand times, a thousand different ways. Though none had ever compared to how it truly felt.
“Yes- many times- but I- never imagined- it would- feel this- good,” you moaned between each push of the toy along your walls.
“Such a filthy girl,” she jeered.
Maybe she was right, but if this was how filthy girls were punished, you weren’t about to change a damn thing.
She started fucking into you harder, faster, deeper– using your hips as leverage to pull you against her while she continued to thrust her hips.
Her grip was anything but gentle, sure to leave bruises you were more than willing to have. The force of her thrusts shook the desk hard enough to rattle the pen and pencil holder that sat precariously at the edge. Not that either of you gave a damn. You were too caught up in absolutely falling apart at her doing, and she was too caught up in watching it.
It wasn’t long before you once again found yourself at the precipice of bliss. The knot low in your belly pulled so taut it threatened to break at any moment.
“You’re close, aren’t you?”
The question echoed through your clouded head in her husky voice, but you weren’t sure you could form the words necessary to answer that. So instead you nodded your head, cheek sliding across the desk where it still rested in a pool of your own sweat and tears.
Between the maddening drag of the faux cock, you could feel one of her hands slide from your hip down around one of your thighs. Her middle finger ran along a trail of slick gathered along the inside before climbing up to circle your throbbing clit.
You gasped, a string of incoherent babbling following immediately after.
Just a few more of that motion and you’d be falling.
“Don’t think I’m letting you have it that easy,” Professor Sevika taunted. She was bent over you, those full lips of hers teasing along your ear yet again. “You’re gonna have to earn this.”
Fuck, god no.
You whimpered and pulled against the belt restraining your wrists.
If you could just-
“You brought this on yourself, sweetheart.”
True or not, you weren’t in your right mind to accept that, but neither were you capable of disputing it.
“How about a test? If you can answer these questions, I’ll let you cum. If you can’t, well, I’m just going to keep you right on that edge.”
She’s got to be fucking kidding.
“First question; What is the viscosity of an inviscid fluid?”
What?!
You weren’t sure if it was the haze that had taken over your head, or if that was a trick question.
“Zero?” you moaned as she timed another thrust of her hips with your answer. “𝝂 equals zero.”
“Good girl,” she purred into your ear, swiping the pad of her finger across your clit again.
You keened, body trembling.
At least the questions were easy as hell.
“Now, what type of fluid continues to flow regardless of forces acting on it?”
Scratch that last thought.
Shit.
Think.
She continued to fuck you, but dragged that goddamn finger just outside your aching bundle of nerves, distracting you each time it came within close proximity.
Fucking hell.
Come on. You know this.
OH!
“Newtonian fluids!” you choked out.
“That’s my smart girl,” she whispered into your ear and flicked her finger against your swollen clit.
“Fuck!” you cried out as pain and pleasure radiated from that tiny point.
“Now, give me an example.” Her finger dipped lower, gathering more slick that had collected just above your entrance. “-in this room,” she added with a very obvious teasing lilt.
A fluid that continues to flow regardless of forces acting on it… in this room…
Was she really trying to get you to say that?
As she smeared the wetness from her finger all around the hood of your clit, you knew you had the answer she was looking for.
“My- My cum?”
“Mhm,” she hummed against your ear, her finger circling your clit once more.
“Please, Professor! I’m so close!” you begged.
“Not yet, sweetheart. Gotta be patient like I was. One more question.”
You bit your lip- hard- desperation to reach the end driving you mad.
“What is the coefficient of compressibility?”
Fuck.
“I- I-”
Another thrust, finger teasing so close.
With no coherent thought left in your head, all you could do was beg for her mercy.
“I can’t! God, p-please Professor. Please! I’ll do anything! Anything you want!” Your desperate pleas fell past your lips in a pathetic babble.
Her other hand left your hip and slipped between the desk and your stomach. With what little strength you had remaining, you lifted yourself up, allowing her hand to slip higher, between your breasts until her large fingers wrapped loosely around your throat, her forearm taking most of your weight.
“Anything?” she growled into your ear.
“Fuck yes!” you sobbed, your eyes flying open and allowing the tears of desperation to flow freely.
“Hmm, yes you will,” she hummed.
Then, god bless that fucking sinful woman, she slipped two fingers on either side of your swollen clit, timing each glide with a pump of the strap between your legs and the tightening of her fingers around your neck.
Your vision blurred, lids fluttering shut and eyes rolling back behind them. Airway restricted- just the slightest bit- you felt as if you were approaching a high. Any moment you’d fall, come crashing down into a pool of bliss.
“Should I stop this?”
The question echoed through your empty head. You had no idea what ‘this’ was, but you wanted nothing she was doing to stop.
“No, god please, no.” The voice you heard speak those words sounded nothing like your own. It was so deep, guttural, and uncontrolled.
“You like this?” she husked, fingers squeezing just a tad tighter, but enough to have you seeing stars.
“Fuck, yes,” you groaned.
“Good. Now cum for me.”
One more perfectly timed squeeze of her hand, glide of her fingers, and thrust of her faux cock was all it took to finally, finally send you toppling over the edge.
Your breath rushed out with a sputtered string of curses, her name mixed in. You felt weightless, like you were falling, even as her arm held the full weight of your chest. Waves of heat spread from your core throughout your entire body, every muscle burning as they contracted.
“That’s it. Let it all out,” she husked against your ear, her hand loosening its grip on your neck and pace slowing while she let you ride out the high.
When your babbling died down, fading into soft, labored breaths, she finally stilled completely and carefully lowered your upper half back down to rest on the desk.
Even with your eyes open, the room was a blur. As you settled against the desk, your cheek slid against the wooden top, still slick with more tears and sweat.
“You still with me, sweetheart?” your professor asked, combing through your hair with one hand while the other caressed your bound arms. She chuckled when all you could give her was a tiny nod. “That good, hm?”
You nodded again. Even if you could speak, words could never express the utter bliss you felt.
Her hands moved to the belt still binding your wrists and carefully removed it, tossing it aside on the desk as your hands fell limp along your sides. She shifted behind you, causing you to flinch when the silicone toy pressed against your overly sensitive walls.
“I’m gonna pull out now,” she warned, but before you could reply, she pulled back, ripping a sharp gasp from your sore, overused throat.
“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath.
She merely chuckled again and gave your ass a playful pat.
As you started to come to your senses, you realized your full weight rested on the desk, your legs had given out at some point. You tried to put a minuscule amount of weight on them, only to feel them tremble and threaten to buckle.
“I- I can’t stand,” you admitted sheepishly.
“No need.”
The next thing you knew, you were being manhandled– picked up, turned, and pulled onto your professor’s lap from where she sat in her chair. Somehow you managed to maneuver enough to straddle her, kicking your panties off the rest of the way in the process. The sticky strap rubbed against your swollen clit, overstimulation leaving you whining and grasping your professor’s shoulders.
“Shh,” she hushed you. Though her lips curled into a cocky, self-satisfied grin, her honeyed words were contrastingly sweet and soothing. “You did so well,” she cooed. She took your hands into her own, kissing along the red marks left along each wrist from where the belt had rubbed them raw during your struggles.
Then she cupped the side of your face and neck, examining how the sweat and tears had run your makeup, stained your bright red cheeks. “Look at you. Such a mess.” Her gray eyes glistened behind her glasses as they followed the path of her thumb tracing the apple of your cheek. “Such a beautiful mess.”
Your chest swelled and heated, spreading clear up through your neck to your cheeks. You pressed your cheek against her hand, biting your lip and giving her a bashful smile. When you swallowed, you felt a faint throbbing in your neck, a heated memory of where she’d wrapped that strong hand around it. One of your hands moved there instinctively, touching as you closed your eyes and relished the memory.
“Was- that too much?”
Your eyes flew open, alarmed by the unexpected hint of concern in your professor’s tone. That smile of hers was long gone and her eyes searched your neck after you pulled your hand away.
Oh fuck.
“Not at all!” you assured her, taken back by the sudden change in her demeanor, and admittedly rather moved by it. “I- I really enjoyed that,” you admitted with a shy, but reassuring smile.
“Yeah?” The corner of her mouth tugged upwards again.
You nodded, meeting her gaze and taking one of her hands to place it against your neck. Your hand slid over hers, squeezing it gently.
Her lips curled higher and she gripped your neck in her large hand, pupils dilating as she watched you close your eyes.
Your head lolled back, a soft moan falling past your parted lips.
She pulled you closer by the neck, her plush lips gliding over your chin and up along your jawline.
“Maybe you’re not such a good girl,” she husked.
Your hand slid down to wrap around her wrist, to ground yourself when your head began to spin, renewed lust taking the reins once again. The other hand fell to grip the arm of her chair as you felt her lips tease over yours.
It dawned on you that she’d fucked you stupid, and yet you hadn’t actually kissed her yet. But she just taunted you, held you still by your neck and let her warm breath mingle with yours.
“Professor, please,” you pleaded breathlessly. Your head may have been restrained, but your lower half was able to remove freely, allowing you to grind against her strap.
“Please what?” she asked, voice deep and taunting.
“Kiss me,” you pleaded, lips ghosting over hers as you spoke.
“Hmm,” she hummed, “Do you really think you deserve it?”
When you felt her run the tip of her tongue over your bottom lip, it took every ounce of willpower not to try to capture her mouth with your own. You attempted to swallow the lump forming in your throat, struggling to remain still for her. The heat returned between your thighs and you ground against her strap again. “Yes. I- I’ve been good for you.”
“You still gonna keep your word and do anything for me?”
“Yes.”
“You gonna ride my cock?”
‘Yes.”
“And clean the mess you’ve made after?”
“Yes ma’am.”
…
The silence that followed nearly drove you to the brink of insanity. Her warm breath fanned across your dry lips, but when you attempted to wet them with your tongue you were met with the tease of hers. Your resulting wanton moan became muffled the moment her lips finally pressed to yours.
Her hand slid down from your neck to slip under your shirt and grasp one of your breasts, squeezing it roughly while her tongue delved deeper into your mouth. She all but devoured the soft, sweet sounds you made as your senses were invaded by her heady kiss and touch. The taste of her mouth- smoky and just a hint of sweetness. The press of her lips- so unbelievably soft. The aggression of her probing tongue- overwhelmingly good. And the warmth of her large hand- teasingly rolling over the hardening peak of your breast.
When she finally broke the kiss, she let you rest your forehead against hers while you caught your breath. Staring into her gray eyes through those sexy glasses, you couldn’t believe any of this was happening. All those days and nights you spent thinking about her, you never truly thought you’d get here, especially like this. Never thought a woman so smart, sexy, gorgeous, and strong would give you the time of day, let alone fuck you so wild and passionately. It was utterly mind-blowing.
And yet, as you sat there, straddling her lap and feeling that familiar knot forming in your belly, she was watching you with just as much admiration and desire.
“Ready?” she asked, breaking the silence.
You nodded, teeth capturing your bottom lip in anticipation.
She tucked your skirt up and into its waistband then grasped your hips. She lifted you up over the tip of her faux cock, just letting you hover there for a moment. Raising her hips off her chair just enough to rub the tip over your sensitive clit, her lips curled into a smug smile as your face contorted at the teasing touch.
Hands braced on her broad shoulders, you locked eyes with her when she let you control your descent. You lowered yourself, ever so slowly, and though you were already looser from your first round, the stretch was still indescribably fulfilling. It took much of your remaining control to hold back the moan that tried to escape, the skin of your lip on the verge of breaking with how hard you bit down.
She captured your chin between thumb and forefinger, gently prying your lip out from between your teeth. “I want to hear those pretty little noises you make.”
Your cheeks heated, but you nodded obediently. As you sank lower, you finally let a soft, long moan slip free. The way her smile grew at that only served to encourage you further. “Fuck,” you breathed when you finally bottomed out. You collapsed forward, burying your face in her neck for a moment while you regained your senses and adjusted.
“Not already giving up on me are you?” The vibrations from her low chuckle reverberated from where her chest pressed into yours.
You sat back up, smiling at her shyly. “No, I just need a minute. Very sensitive after all… that.”
Her lips twitched at your last word, clearly proud of herself.
Fuck that lopsided grin of hers is so damn sexy.
“Take all the time you need,” she replied and ran her hands up and down your back beneath your top. She started to lift it up, then paused suddenly.
You met her eyes, curious why she stopped, and noticed she had raised a brow expectantly. She was asking for permission.
Hot.
And better yet, maybe you could use that to your advantage. Your eyes dropped to the gold chain she wore, followed it all the way down her neck and chest to where it disappeared between her cleavage and under her shirt.
“Can I unbutton yours?” you asked sweetly, feigning innocence despite the fact that you were obviously trying to bribe her.
She eyed you suspiciously for a moment, and you thought for sure she was going to deny it, but to your surprise, she gave you a short nod. “Suit yourself.”
You beamed and immediately reached for her top button.
“Ah-”
You stopped dead in your tracks, eyes flitting back up to hers.
“Yours first.”
Of course.
Not that you minded. Especially with how her eyes raked appreciatively over your exposed chest after she pulled your top off and tossed it onto the desk.
“Hmm,” she hummed and ran her hands up from your waist, over your sides, and slid her thumbs beneath each breast, pressing gently into the soft flesh. “So pretty.”
Beyond flattered by the compliment and excited to get to her shirt, you squirmed on her lap, completely forgetting the fact that her faux cock was still buried inside you. You whimpered at the unexpected stimulation, earning yourself another one of her sexy, taunting little laughs.
You sucked in a breath and held it, shaky hands reaching for that first button. You managed to get it out with little to no problem, but each subsequent button became increasingly difficult as your professor’s ministrations became more aggressive, fingers teasingly rolling and pinching your nipples. Without looking you could feel her smirk growing at your frustration while you struggled to remove the second to last button above the waistband of her slacks.
“Need some help?” she taunted.
“No. I can do IT!” the bite in your words was lost in the squeal you released when she gave both nipples a particularly hard, but downright blissful, pinch.
“What was that?”
“I said I can do…” You once again couldn’t finish your statement, this time because she had lifted her hips, pushing the silicone toy deeper inside you. “Fuck me,” you cursed under your breath, trying to clear the fog that pleasure had generated in your head.
She chuckled again, but took mercy on you and held off on the stimulation, allowing you to quickly remove the remaining buttons.
The excitement of finally seeing beneath her blouse had your every nerve firing up in overdrive. Bottom lip pulled between your teeth again, you slowly pushed her blouse open, revealing the expanse of that beautiful rich brown skin. Your eyes trailed from her deliciously toned abs to her equally delectable breasts. Turned out she wasn’t wearing a bra either and you wondered if that was specifically planned for tonight. And good god were her breasts beautiful, lying soft and heavy against her chest.
You met her gaze, a question in your eyes.
Can I touch?
A little nod of her head was all it took and your fingertips were at her abs, tracing each line, working your way up to her chest. You paused your exploration, nerves alight with anticipation. You weren’t prepared though, for the response she gave when you finally cupped that round, supple flesh in your hands and gently squeezed them.
The low, strained groan that left your professor’s mouth had your gaze darting to her face. With what little you could see behind her half-lidded eyes, her pupils had dilated. Even her hands had ceased their ministrations on your breasts.
Oh. Wow.
Fuck, you wanted to explore more of that, but the moment your hands froze in shock, her eyes narrowed and honed in on you.
“That’s enough. Now ride my cock or I’ll make you do it myself.”
You swallowed hard, not about to argue with that, and moved your hands back up to her shoulders. As soon as you started to lift off her lap, the toy dragging along your walls, her smirk reappeared. You knew she could see you straining, fighting the ache that spread through your legs at the stimulation.
She slid her hands to your back, gently running them up and down as she watched you set a slow, but not so steady pace.
You closed your eyes, trying to block out her distractingly smug grin while you struggled to remain composed enough to bounce on her lap. Each descent drug a low moan from your throat. And as you increased the speed, the muscles in your legs throbbed and threatened to give out.
“That’s my good girl, bounce for me,” Sevika husked. She slid one hand down to your lower back while the other grabbed one of your tits.
“Professor,” you mewled, faltering at the distracting sensations.
She ignored your plea and instead leaned forward to catch your nipple in her mouth while you attempted to keep riding her.
Blunt nails skimmed down your back until they sank into your hip. That hand guided your motions and kept the pace as soon as you started to lose the ability to use your legs, weakened when the pleasure became too much.
“Professor, I- I can’t,” you huffed between descents. You sank your own nails into her shoulders, willing yourself to keep going despite your muscles screaming and burning.
She chuckled against your breast before swirling her tongue around the hardened peak. “Thought you said you could,” she murmured teasingly against your other breast.
“I- I was- OH!”
She bit down on your nipple, and judging by the curl of lips against your skin, she was intentionally trying to fuck with you.
“Professor, please. I- I was wrong,” you managed to get out.
The hand playing with your breast slid down to your other hip, gripping it tight.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” she husked after pulling back from your breast to examine your strained expression.
She took over control, lifting you up and pulling you back down at a pace that had you gripping her shoulders tighter. And each time she pulled you down, she lifted her hips to grind the base of her strap against your clit.
With the sensitivity still lingering from your first orgasm, and her skilled arms and hips, it didn’t take long for that familiar tightening sensation to return.
No longer able to even hold your body upright, you collapsed against her chest, your breasts bouncing against hers as she continued unhindered. You buried your face in her neck, murmuring and moaning how good it felt while the lewd squelching sounds of your sopping cunt being pummeled echoed off the classroom walls.
Feeling the inevitable climax fast approaching, you sucked in a breath and sank your teeth into the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder, muffling your cry of ecstasy when your second orgasm tore through you.
Too lost in the pleasure rippling through your body, you failed to hear her hiss of pain when your teeth sank deeper, nearly breaking skin.
Her grip on your hips tightened, but she never faltered, bouncing you on her cock until she felt you release your bite and fall completely limp against her.
Both of you sat there for a moment, saying nothing, only listening to the other’s heavy breathing. Your chests rose and fell in sync, skin sliding along skin slick with sweat, and you were grateful for her allowing you to open that shirt. The contact grounded you while you recovered from your high.
Professor Sevika slid her hands from your hips to your back, fingertips drawing lazy patterns along your spine. It was contrastingly sweet compared to the wild night she’d given you and it made your racing heart skip a beat.
It dawned on you, as the haze cleared from your head and your lips glided over her skin, that you had left quite the mark on her. Blinking, you lifted your head just enough to peer down at the damage. You really had done a number on her, left two nice rows of dark red indents along that beautiful brown skin. Brows furrowed in worry, you sat up and examined her face. She didn’t seem upset- a lazy, cocky smile on those dark lips.
“I’m so sorry about that,” you whispered, voice hoarse from overuse. You trailed your finger tenderly across the marks.
She chuckled. “Don’t you worry about that. I’ll wear it like a battle scar.”
You smiled at her bashfully, not only relieved that she didn’t mind, but flattered that she would so proudly let them be seen.
She pulled you closer, ghosting her lips over yours. “Besides, I’ll just have to make sure I mark my claim as well,” she purred.
And just like that, the pleasant ache of arousal returned to your lower half.
God, she knew just what to say to make you melt.
Before you could lean in and take the kiss she was teasing you with, she pulled back. “Now for you to keep to your end of the bargain. You’re gonna clean the mess you’ve made.”
What exactly she meant didn’t immediately register, but the moment you followed her eyes when they dropped to where your body met hers, you realized what she meant.
Oh.
You had no qualms with that, but there was the problem of your legs. Every muscle burned and ached, threatened to turn to liquid the moment you attempted to put any weight on them. “I- I still don’t know if I can use my legs.” Your cheeks heated at the confession.
“I can help you with that,” she replied, and you could hear the cocky edge in her tone. Her hands returned to your hips, ready to lift you off.
“Wait!” You exclaimed, a little louder than intended.
She raised a brow, but her hands stilled at your sides.
“Can I have another kiss first?”
“For someone who’s deserving of a good punishment, you sure have a lot of requests,” she sneered.
“Is that a yes then?” you asked, trying but failing to hide your smile.
She said nothing, instead slipped one hand behind your head and pulled you closer.
Your lips parted the moment they connected with hers, a quiet sigh escaping at the softness. Her tongue teased along the inside of your upper lip, drawing back when you tried to meet it with your own. The muffled whine of protest that pulled from your throat turned into a sharp gasp when she captured your bottom lip between her teeth and tugged.
After one more quick press of her lips to yours, she slowly lifted you up off the sticky silicone toy, pulling a long whine from you in the process. The overstimulation you’d felt before had increased tenfold. Though you could tell she was trying to be gentle, the upward tug at the corner of her mouth did not go unnoticed.
Then she carefully helped you sink down to your knees between her spread legs.
You moved your hands over her thighs, letting them hover there for a moment while you peered up at her, waiting for her permission to touch. When she nodded, you let your hands run up the length of her legs, from knees to the very apex of her thighs.
The dark black faux cock was more than a little coated with your release, a clear indication of just how fucking good she’d made you feel.
Scooting closer, you peered up at her through your lashes, watching her reaction closely while you drug the tip of your tongue from base to tip. That earned you a pleased smirk, encouraging you to keep up the display. The taste of your own release filled your mouth, bitter but arousing. Your eyes fell shut, a soft moan rolling past your lips.
“That's it,” she purred from above you. She caressed your cheek with the backs of her knuckles as you peered up at her sweetly. "Now be a good girl and get it all for me."
You ran your tongue up the length again, this time with the flat of your tongue, half-lidded eyes still on hers.
Her hand moved from your cheek to the back of your head to gently guide you over the tip. “How much can that pretty mouth of yours take?” she husked.
As much as she fucking wants.
“Can you take it all for me?”
You weren’t sure, but there was no way in hell you weren’t going to try your damnedest. So you gave her an innocent little nod and adjusted your position, raising yourself up higher despite your legs protesting against the extra strain. Her hand, though heavy where it rested at the back of your head, remained still, allowing you to control the motion. Taking a deep breath, you wrapped your lips loosely around the tip and slowly descended, taking the sticky strap inch by inch until your lips kissed the base.
Your eyes watered as you struggled not to gag when the tip touched the back of your throat. You closed your eyes, concentrating on your breathing. Then, with your tongue pressed against the slick silicone and lips pursed, you slowly dragged back up the length, coming off the end with a wet pop.
“Let me see,” she demanded before you could swallow. She took your chin between her thumb and forefinger and gently pressed down.
Obediently, you let your jaw go slack, allowing her to open your mouth. You watched her expression closely when you stuck your tongue out, relishing in how her lips curled higher in approval.
“So good for me,” she purred, and she slowly leaned down to capture your lips with hers.
Your eyes fell shut and her tongue immediately delved inside your mouth, swiping over yours to collect the slick and saliva that coated it. You groaned and pressed further into the kiss. A deep hum of satisfaction rumbled from her chest and up through her throat. You dug your nails into her thighs.
When she broke the kiss, you peered up at her from beneath your heavy lids. She met your gaze through her glasses, gray eyes sparkling with mirth.
How does she stay so cool and in control while you kneel at her feet dizzy and overwhelmed from her kiss alone?
"That's only half the job.”
What?
That statement pulled you from your thoughts, but even as you repeated the words in your head, you weren’t sure what she meant. Your attention dropped to the strap, which was, in your opinion, pretty fucking clean for having only used your mouth.
Without warning, Professor Sevika stood, nearly knocking you backward when the faux cock sprung close to your face. You tilted your head back, staring up at her with a quizzical look.
Fuck she’s so damn tall.
She simply smirked down at you while she slipped off her harness and tossed it into her bag on the floor.
You patiently waited, hoping whatever she meant to happen next would come to light. And it certainly did the moment she reached for the top button of her slacks.
Oh god yes.
She must have noticed when the realization struck you, given how her lips curled even higher. With the button pushed out of its loop, she slowly- teasingly- pulled the zipper down.
Your fingers curled, clawing at the tops of your thighs where your hands rested. You were finally going to get to relive that fantasy and there was no containing the excitement that sparked through your body like lightning.
Hands back at her sides, she regarded you for a moment, enjoying just how eager you appeared kneeling there at her feet. “Go ahead.”
Those two words, though alone sounded like permission, you could tell there was more to it. She wanted to reward you.
Despite how badly you yearned for this moment, you reached out slowly, hands damn near trembling as you slipped your fingers beneath the waistband of her slacks and underwear. The skin beneath was warm, smooth, and taut, and as you stripped her down, bit by bit, you could see a very prevalent v-line poking out from beneath the hem of her blouse.
As you slipped her clothing past her ass, she took a seat at the edge of her chair. Even when you pulled them clear down to her ankles, she kept her legs closed, unlike the way she’d typically sit. It was clearly her way of dragging the moment out, teasing you, getting you even more worked up. And it sure as hell was working.
You met her eyes when she bent down to gently lift your chin with her forefinger beneath it. Your throat bobbed as you swallowed hard, anticipation boiling up inside you, threatening to break what little control you had left.
"You like being teacher's pet, hm?” She hummed. “You have been very good for me. I think you deserve a treat."
When she released your chin, your wide eyes dropped to the apex of her thighs, mouth damn near salivating as she ever-so-slowly began to spread those strong, thick thighs of hers. Thighs you’d give anything to have your head between. And you’d finally have that. Any second now.
The smell of her arousal permeated the air around you. Your thighs rubbed together in an attempt to soothe the growing ache quickly taking over your lower half once again.
She smelled so fucking good.
Eyes hungrily glued between her legs, you whimpered at the sight of just how wet she was.
And it was all for you. You got her wet. You excited her. You turned her on.
As you settled between her thighs you ran your hands up the length of her toned legs, fingertips memorizing each muscle as they flexed beneath smooth brown skin. Her gaze felt heavy and heated while she watched you, and you wondered if she was struggling with patience as much as you were. For as much as you wanted to just dive right in, you wanted to take this moment slowly, enjoy it, relish in everything she offered you.
When your hands reached the tops of her thighs you peered up at her through your lashes. She wore a smile unlike one you’d seen before, lips slightly parted, revealing a small tooth gap you’d never had the opportunity to see before.
Could she possibly be any more attractive?
You smiled up at her sweetly and began gradually peppering soft kisses up along the insides of her thigh. Those wonderful muscles flexed beneath your lips the closer you got to her center, her legs spreading wider to allow your head more room. When your mouth pressed against the line where thigh meets pelvis you let your eyes fall shut and took a moment to just breathe in the scent of her. Musky, but with the slightest hint of that smoky spice you’d come to associate with her.
A large, warm hand at the back of your head drew your attention back up to your professor. You expected her to either give you a look suggesting you get to it, or to just pull your face against her, but she simply looked down at you through heavy lids, mouth still pulled into that little smile.
But you weren’t going to make either of you wait a moment longer.
Eyes locked on hers you leaned forward, tip of your tongue creeping out to barely tease through her wet slit. Even with that tiny swipe, the taste of her overwhelmed your mouth. Though slightly bitter like your own slick, she had her own unique flavor and it left your head spinning. You groaned, in unison with her own quiet sigh. You could feel her fingertips lightly curl against the back of your head where her hand rested.
So good.
Her lids grew heavier, urging you to take another taste and see just what kind of reactions you could get from her. You went in for another, this time tracing her soft folds, one swipe for each side. That earned you another delightfully deep groan that made your clit throb with need. And it seemed with that, her patience was finally wearing thin.
“C’mon. Be a good girl for me and clean up the mess you’ve made.”
Her voice- good god her sexy voice- was far raspier than usual, just dripping with lust. And you could see it in her eyes too, through the tiny slits that remained beneath her lids. She wanted this bad.
Not about to keep her waiting any longer, you gripped the top of her thighs and pressed the full length of your tongue inside her. Blunt nails dug into your scalp when you swirled your tongue around her walls, collecting as much of her arousal as you could before dragging it back out. You moaned as you swallowed, but immediately delved back inside, nose rubbing against her clit while you lapped at the fluids leaking from her.
She adjusted slightly in her seat, moving herself closer to the edge, and guided your face closer.
You were more than happy to oblige her by getting your face further in there, sucking on her folds before finally wrapping your lips around her swollen clit. Nose buried in the thick, dark patch of hair above, you slid your tongue around the tiny bundle of nerves, delighting in how that made her hips buck towards your face.
Her quiet, deep groans quickly became more prevalent the more you worked at her, and her grip on the back of your head became tighter and tighter. The moment you added suction to the mix of stimulation, she seemed to lose her composure.
“Fuck,” she groaned, nails biting into your scalp as she thrust toward your mouth again. “Just like that.”
Your own moans filled the air, pleasure coursing through your body at all the lovely reactions you were getting from her. You were beginning to wonder if you’d simply get off right there to just that.
Focused on her clit, you sucked, swirled, and flicked it, increasing the speed and intensity when you sensed her approaching climax. You could feel the muscles beneath your fingers tensing tighter.
The hand at the back of your head tightened in its grip and she started grinding against your face in earnest. And good god you could suffocate right there and die literally the happiest person on the fucking planet knowing you were the one making her feel so fucking good, making her want to fuck your face so wildly. It was heaven.
Unable to ignore your own needs any longer, you let one of your hands slip down between your legs, focusing your attention there, letting her take the reins and ride your face. Your insides tightened with each stroke of your fingers through your slick folds, each thrust of her hips, and each beautiful groan that spilled from her mouth.
Her movements suddenly became erratic and her thighs clamped around your head, holding you in a vice grip. Had you not been so overcome with your own delirious pleasure, you would have been disappointed that her curses of pleasure had been muffled by the press of her thighs against your ears.
She came hard and hot on your tongue and chin, smearing it across your face while she rode out her high. You were close yourself, but your focus switched to her again when her movements faltered. Your hand stilled between your legs and you worked your tongue to clean up every last drop that spilled from her.
When her hand and thighs finally released their death grip on your head, you fell back on your haunches, chest heaving while you stared up at her in a daze. To your utter delight, she appeared to be just as fucked out, at least compared to her typical cool composure.
Professor Sevika sat slumped back in her chair, breasts exposed between her mostly unbuttoned shirt, rising and falling with her heavy breaths. Her forehead glistened, covered by a fine sheen of sweat. She peered down at you through her foggy glasses, gray eyes barely open.
You wiped the side of your hand across your face and tried to contain the proud smile pulling at your lips. She looked utterly fucked, and you did that to her.
The two of you sat like that for a short period, trying to catch your breath, observing the other. She, miraculously, seemed to recover first. Not that it really should have surprised you. She clearly was far more experienced and skilled.
She stood to her full height before you and pulled her pants back up. With that lopsided grin painting her face once more, she knelt down and pressed the tip of her forefinger beneath your chin. “Now to clean you.”
Oh fuck yes.
Feeling the pressure she applied beneath your chin, you took that as her silent command to stand, and so you did, all while keeping your eager, wide eyes locked with hers.
The moment you were on your feet her hands slipped behind the backs of your thighs and she hoisted you up.
You squealed in surprise, earning yourself a low chuckle from her. She plopped your ass down on her desk without any regard to the papers, pens, and pencils that then scattered and fell to the floor. With your hands braced against the edge of the desk, you waited with bated breath for what was to come next.
She bent down to steal a quick kiss, but slipped away before you could lean in to deepen it. Your disappointment was short-lived though, as you watched her take a seat in her chair and roll herself between your spread legs.
“Lay back.”
You did as you were told, but propped yourself up on your forearms, wanting nothing more than to see her beautiful face between your legs while she assuredly gave you the most mind-blowing head you’d ever receive if any of her other performances were an indication.
“Wait!” you called out when she reached to pull off her glasses. She arched a brow and your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “Keep them on, please,” you asked softly.
“You really are a dirty girl, aren’t you?” she sneered, but she obliged your request and instead busied her hands by running them up and down the sides of your thighs.
Unlike you, she did not take her time. With a firm grasp on your hips, she pulled your ass closer to the edge.
The startled yelp that pulled from your throat turned into a soft gasp when she grasped the back of your thighs, just below the back of your knees, and pushed them up towards the sides of your chest.
It left you spread wide open and on display in all your- soaked- glory, which she made sure to point out to you as if you hadn’t noticed.
“Look at you. Sweet little pussy just absolutely dripping,” she teased. Her eyes remained on your face though, watching you squirm and try to hide your embarrassment by turning your head away.
“Hey! Eyes on me!”
The sharp, dangerous tone of that command had your head pivoting back to face her so fast you’d quickly forgotten about your exposure.
“Good girl. I want to see that pretty face, understand?” she asked, tone softening.
Not trusting yourself to speak, you nodded.
And then, as she lowered her head, every muscle in your body tensed, the anticipation- from both of you- palpable.
The moment her mouth connected with your folds you released your breath in a shaky whimper. Once again she gave you no time to recover, running the flat of her tongue up through your entrance, the tip just barely teasing over the hood of your clit.
You clenched around nothing, earning yourself a wicked little smirk from your professor. Bottom lip caught between your teeth, you tried to hold back needy moans while she pushed that devilish wet muscle of hers deep inside you. Even though it couldn’t fill you like her fingers or strap, she managed to press and drag it along your walls with perfect precision and hard enough to leave you trembling.
You reached forward with one hand, barely keeping yourself stable with the other, and carded your fingers through her hair. And oh how fucking soft it was. Like silk. You tugged on it while her tongue swirled teasingly around your clit.
As much as you wanted to watch her, you weren’t sure your arm could hold you up much longer. With every glide of that tongue, and every deep hum of satisfaction that rumbled from her chest, you could feel your muscles burn and ache more and more.
You finally lost that remaining strength when you felt her soft lips wrap around your clit and suck. You fell back against the desk, both hands clawing at the unforgiving wood while she quickly worked you up.
“Oh fuck, Sevika, that feels so good,” you whimpered. Too drunk on your pleasure, you hadn’t even realized you’d forgotten to use her honorific. But she either didn’t hear or didn’t care, as she continued to drive you closer to the edge of your third orgasm of the night.
Your eyes rolled back behind their lids, heat pooling deep in your abdomen. The obscene sounds of her slurping, sucking, and all but devouring your cunt dissolved into muffled echoes behind the blood roaring in your ears.
Any second.
A gentle suction of lips.
Just a little more.
A sharp flick of the tongue.
A flash of bright white light took over your vision as trails of fire spread through your trembling body. Your cries or ecstasy rang through your ears and everything else faded away. Muscles contracted repeatedly, feeding your professor more and more of your slick.
Just as quick as that high hit you, it started to fade. And then set in the overstimulation, far worse than after your previous orgasms. Each swipe of her tongue made your body jerk involuntarily.
“Pro-Professor!” you whined. “Please! No more!”
She ceased immediately, sitting up to observe you through hooded eyes with blown pupils. And fuck, if you hadn’t felt so much pain from the overstimulation, you would have gladly let her keep going. But you were officially spent. You had nothing else to give.
She said nothing, wiping her mouth off on the back of her hand while she watched your breasts rise and fall. She moved her chair closer and carefully pulled your limp body across the desk and onto her lap.
You wrapped your arms loosely over her shoulders and collapsed against her, face buried in the side of her neck. Two large, warm hands ran up and down your back, soft lips pressing the most tender kisses along your hairline, and you simply melted.
“You alright, sweetheart?” she finally asked after a moment, voice low and raspy, but you could hear the hint of concern in there.
You slowly sat up, meeting her worried gaze with a sweet smile. “Never felt better.”
There was that haughty smirk again.
She pulled you closer, her lips capturing yours in a soft, but passionate kiss.
Your lips parted to release a soft, content moan, allowing her tongue to dip inside and for you to taste the bitter remnants of your arousal.
When she broke the kiss- much to your disappointment- she quickly soothed away any complaint you had with a playful tease. “Think you’ve learned your lesson?”
Your breathy laugh made her lips pull higher, revealing that cute tooth gap again. “I’m not sure that punishment really taught me anything,” you admitted with a big smile.
A single brow lifted. “That so?” she asked and you simply grinned in response. “Guess I’ll just have to go harder on you.”
Your eyes widened.
Is she just joking, or would she really do this again?
“You know, I am teaching a summer course this year. Could use the help of an intelligent grad.”
Your eyes lit up.
“Really?!”
She pulled you closer again, running her nose along the side of your neck as she pressed her lips against the taut flesh. “Mhm,” she murmured just below your ear, drawing a shiver down your spine. “Know anybody?”
Eyes falling shut as you succumbed to her sensual attention, you found yourself unable to formulate words, instead giving her a low “mhm.”
“And who might that be?” she purred into your ear, warm breath tickling the tiny hairs along your neck.
You squirmed in her arms, releasing something caught between a quiet giggle and a soft moan. “I-” your words caught in your throat when you felt her take your lobe between her teeth and gently bite down.
“Hmm?”
Fuck.
She really knew how to mess with you. And you’d be a damn liar if you ever claimed it didn’t drive you mad with desire.
“Me?” you managed to whisper.
“Yeah?”
You hummed in agreement.
She pressed several more kisses along your jawline before finally pulling back to regard your very flustered expression. “Now, why don’t you come back to my place and tell me about more of those fantasies, seeing as we’ll have all summer to live them out?”
Hell, fucking, yes.
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GRANDPARENT SEVIKA , but hear me out Grandparent COWBOY Sevika. She’d so be the old woman telling the kids stories about her heist.
EEEEEEEEEEEEK
men and minors dni
three years after both girls flew the coop-- vi hitting the road with caitlyn and jinx moving in to a little home a few blocks away from your inn with ekko-- you and sevika finally decided to 'retire.'
while you weren't willing to give up your business completely, you did decide to close down and board up the inn, transforming the upper levels of your building into a lovely little two-story apartment for you, sevika, and the girls to reside in when they decide to crash at yours.
vi and cait visit about once a week when they ride past town.
powder and ekko come over almost every night for dinner, apparently mature enough to live on their own but still unwilling to learn how to cook on their own.
you don't mind. despite the constant teasing you shoot at the young couple, you like having them around. (and you know that deep down, they're both so hesitant to take you up on cooking lessons because it would mean they'd no longer have a reason to come over so often.)
although you closed the inn, you kept the bar open because you love the people in your town and you've become somewhat of an establishment over the years. plus, you and sevika wouldn't know what to do with yourselves if you didn't have something keeping you busy.
in the evenings, the two of you open the bar to the public, serving stew and fresh baked bread and drinks and beers to your loyal patrons and keeping up on local gossip.
it's been great. working at the bar scratches the itch you and sev have to do something, but without the inn to manage or the kids to raise, you've both been enjoying the extra free time you have to... re-connect. (which means you've been fucking like animals on every flat surface in your home. loudly.)
but just when you thought you got rid of your kids for good-- jinx got pregnant. with twins. and then four months into her pregnancy, violet and caitlyn stumbled upon a pair of orphans living in the desert on their own.
so, in a matter of a few months, you and sevika went from child-free and retired to up to your neck in new children.
the moment you learned that jinx was pregnant, you and sevika set out to refurbish jinx's childhood bedroom-- rearranging the furniture to fit a king size bed for her and ekko, a desks, and a wardrobe. you also managed to cram two cribs at the foot of the bed.
jinx and ekko never asked to move back in with you two, but you insisted and they didn't protest. you and sevika had a hard enough time raising two little kids with the help of half the town, you could only imagine how fucking hard raising two newborns on your own would be-- you weren't gonna let your daughter and son-in-law go through that alone.
you cleared out one of the old inn rooms to become a nursery. it was sparse at first-- just blue walls painted with fluffy white clouds and a rocking chair in the corner, a little wardrobe, and a short bookshelf with a few of the girls' old picture books filling the shelves.
but as your patrons found out that jinx was expecting, the room quickly became filled with toys, books, stuffies, and hand-knit baby clothes and blankets.
vi and cait spent a few weeks on the road with the orphans, trying to find where they came from or who they might belong to. but after a few months, they gave up the search and gave into the fact that the kids were theirs now.
they wrote to you and sevika, their letter coming about a month before they would be, asking to live with you until they got back on their feet after the new addition to their little family. you enthusiastically agreed.
for them, you did the same thing, transforming violet's old bedroom into a suitable bedroom for a couple, and filling one of the four remaining spare bedrooms with drawers, bookshelves, and bunkbeds.
you, sevika, jinx and ekko spent the day of vi, cait, and their new kids' arrival out on the front porch, anxious to meet the new kids of your little mismatched family.
as they rode into town, you burst into laughter at the sight of vi, looking more haggard and tired than you've ever seen her, a little boy in her lap rambling on and on as she sluggishly nodded along.
"not so easy, huh?" you asked as you wrapped your kid up in a hug. violet melted in your arms and groaned.
"how the fuck did you do it?" she asked. you snorted.
"you'll get used to it."
violet and caitlyn's new kids are a pair of brothers, aged five and three. the eldest's name is jo-- talkative and curious and protective of his younger brother. dorian, the baby of the boys, is quiet and observant and incredibly funny without even trying.
despite violet's complaints and the dark bags under caitlyn's eyes, they both adore the kids. on their first night back home, you caught the couple standing in the doorway of their sons' room, watching them sleep and whispering to each other about how fucking sweet their boys are.
the boys are sweet. dorian becomes incredibly attached to sevika, to the point where he sleeps in between the two of you once or twice a week when he's not sleeping between his moms.
one of the cutest things you've ever witnessed is your wife out in the stable, feeding the horses with little dorian clinging to her back, squealing as he feeds handfuls of hay to teddy bear.
jo becomes your 'little buddy.' he's fascinated by the garden and tends to wake you up before sunrise to drag you out into the garden and ask you about various plants, putting all the strength his tiny body can muster into pulling stubborn weeds for you.
jinx gave birth on a hot summer night, right in the middle of the bar. luckily, one of your loyal patrons is the local doctor.
you watched in horror as jinx laid on the floor of your filthy bar, ekko's hand in her right and violet's hand in her left, doctor between her legs, caitlyn dabbing her head with a cold towel as she delivered her babies.
sevika passed out the second she saw blood between jinx's leg, and didn't wake up until much later-- when jinx was all stitched up and sleeping.
when she did come to, though, you had the pleasure of watching ekko introduce your wife to her newest grandchildren. one girl and one boy, summer and augustus.
she burst into tears as she cradled the babies to her chest, pressing sweet, gentle kisses to their heads.
"they're so small." she cried. "they're so fucking tiny babe, look at their itty bitty hands."
they're cute kids. augustus looks just like his daddy ekko, but he's got jinx's bright blue hair. summer looks like jinx, big blue eyes and thin nose and lips, but as she grows up her natural brunette hair forms a bright streak of white, inherited from her dad.
jo and dorian are obsessed with their 'baby cousins.' neither of the boys ever call the babies by their names, they call them 'sweet boy' and 'sweet girl,' just like sevika does.
jinx and ekko are surprisingly successful parents. ekko has a level-head and an abundance of patience in the areas where jinx lacks, and jinx isn't scared of anything-- vomit, diarrhea, tears, and snot-- nothing phases her. her endless energy comes in handy as the mother of newborn twins, and you're shocked and mildly concerned when jinx is back on her feet less than twenty four hours after giving birth, tinkering away at a desk in the livingroom, one hand holding a screwdriver while the other held summer to her breast to eat.
you catch violet outside the twin's room one night, crying as she looks down at her niece and nephew.
"you okay, baby?" you ask. your daughter sniffs and leans on your shoulder.
"did you ever think jinx'd have kids?" she asks. you shrug.
"honestly i thought you were gonna be the child-free one. i always pictured jinx with half a dozen kids." you say. violet laughs.
"i dunno. i didn't like, want kids, but i didn't not want them. and then once the boys came along there was nothing anyone could do to convince me to give 'em up. but powder? i never thought i'd see the day." she says.
you kiss her head, wrapping an arm around her waist as you listen to her talk.
"she was so fucked up as a kid... you know our mom died holding her?" violet asks, her voice wobbly. you did know this-- powder told you and sevika one night many years ago in a fit of tears-- but hearing violet talk about it breaks your heart all over again. "and i kinda always thought that my poor sister's never gonna be able to be a normal person. not that kids make you normal... but you know what i mean. i never thought she'd be able to make friends, or talk to strangers, or even sleep in a bed without me beside her, but fucking look!" violet whisper-shouts, waving at the sleeping twins. "she made those! all on her own!" she cries.
"ekko helped a bit." you joke. violet laughs through her tears and slumps against you.
"i'm so proud of her." she says. you smile, tears brimming in your eyes.
"me too." you say. "proud of you too, y'know."
violet snorts against you but doesn't deny it.
"you know neither of us would be here today if it weren't for you and sev, right? like, we'd be dead. or in jail. or dead." violet says. you chuckle.
"we're pretty great, aren't we?" you tease. violet huffs and elbows you.
"i'm serious."
"i know." you say, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "and i'm serious when i say you two are the best thing that's ever happened to us. it wasn't even a question whether or not we'd take you guys in-- it's like you said. we weren't expecting the two of you but once you were here there wasn't a thing on this planet that could get us to give you up."
"you aren't upset?" violet asks. you blink at her.
"about what?"
"the fact that your grown daughters have crashed your retirement to have you help raise their kids?"
you burst into laughter, muffling it with the back of your hand so you don't wake the sleeping babies in the room beside you.
"no, vi. we're not upset. i mean, don't get me wrong, i definitely enjoyed being able to walk around the house half naked-- and i'm gonna miss having sex whenever and where--"
"EWW?!" violet interrupts. you snort and pinch her side.
"but no. we're thrilled you're all here. just a little pissed that we're grandmas at such a young age." you joke. violet laughs.
"god, kids really do get in the way of sex, though, don't they?" she asks. you snort and shake your head, half cringing at the idea of your kid having sex, half laughing at the truth of her statement.
you and sevika grow into grandparent-hood with relative ease.
the kids grow up like siblings rather than cousins.
the girls' 'temporary' move back into your home becomes permanent, just like their 'temporary' stay in your inn after they tried to rob you as kids became permanent so so many years ago.
the kiramann's come to visit once a month, riding into town with a buggie full of toys and gifts for their grandchildren each and every time. occasionally they'll bring a bottle or two for the adults to share, but their main priority is always the four rugrats.
silco, vander, mylo and claggor all come to visit once a season. sometimes the boys come without their dads, sometimes the couple comes without their boys, sometimes only one member of the family can make it-- but each time any of them show up it ends up being a party.
caitlyn gives up her life on the road to become the new sheriff of your little town after marcus took it upon himself to retire and get the fuck out of dodge. she's an incredible sheriff-- you'd never say it in front of her, but you think she's even better at the job than grayson was.
vi gets a job on the same ranch sevika used to work on, working as a rancher for ernie junior.
it's adorable watching the young couple in the mornings. vi always straightens cait's shiny sheriff's badge and cait straightens' vi's cowboy hat in return. then, they share a kiss, only to be boo'd by the kids, who then have to run away to avoid the smooches the women try to plant on their cheeks.
jinx starts a business of her own that runs out of your bar-- 'jinx's fix it shop.' she's got a designated booth in the corner where clients can visit her, bringing her various machines and tools to be repaired-- all of which she fixes in less than a day. from time to time, jo will sneak into her booth and watch his auntie pow-pow work-- fascinated by all the little screws and tools she uses. she just sits him on her lap and talks him through her process, their eyes sharing the same fascinated sparkle as they tinker together.
ekko decides to forego an official job, staying at home to help you and sevika with the kids. his days consist of reading lessons and chores, and by the time vi and cait get home you're guaranteed to find him passed out asleep somewhere hilarious-- in a haystack in the stable or spread out in the garden or standing straight up behind the bar. summer shares his love of naps, and more often than not, you'll find the kid sleeping right beside her dad.
most times, you send jinx to wake them up for dinner. she always wakes ekko first-- a gentle kiss on his forehead is all it takes for his eyes to snap open, which always makes jinx laugh. her laugh makes ekko's eyes go all big and sparkly, but before they can do much more kissing, summer's usually awake to see what her momma's laughing about.
before the twins could talk, the kids called you and sevika by your names, just like their parents. but once summer got the hang of english, she proudly declared that you and sevika were now 'gramma' and 'nana sev'. (she calls cassandra and tobias 'mimi' and 'old man.' benzo, of course, becomes 'peepaw.') the rest of the kids start calling you all the same things once they realize how much you all hate it.
despite the fact that the titles make you feel old, there's no denying that hearing the names make you smile.
sevika starts sprouting greys a few months before you do. she notices only because dorian points it out to her one night, asking if she's trying to copy summer's hair.
"you're so old!" you tease. sevika just rolls her eyes and proves how young she is by throwing you over her shoulder and marching you to bed.
most nights, your little family can be found scattered around the bar downstairs, the adults taking turns making drinks for the patrons while the kids play together behind the bar. but on sundays, the bar closes, and unless it's freezing out, you eat your sunday family dinners out on the front porch.
tonight, caitlyn insisted on cooking. it's your and sevika's anniversary, and as such, you've both been banned from doing any sort of chore or errand.
the two of you are cuddled up on your porch swing, watching violet as she chases jo and summer through the garden, the three of them laughing and screaming as they play.
ekko, jinx, and caitlyn are sitting on the stairs in front of you, chatting away as they share a pipe. (the perks of caitlyn being the sheriff means that any marijuana she confiscates from local teens comes straight home to your own stash.)
augustus is playing dress up-- a trunk full of outgrown clothes dragged out on the porch for him to rifle through. occasionally, when he's happy with an outfit, he'll run in front of you and sevika for your approval. once he gets it, he heads to the stairs to get his parent's attention, before strutting up and down the porch, modeling his creation with pride. you all clap and cheer, and he grins like he's won the fucking lottery.
dorian is squished between you and sevika, drifting off to sleep before snapping back awake.
you sigh, smiling as you take in your happy family in front of you.
"happy anniversary." you whisper to your wife. she smirks, tearing her eyes away from the playing kids to look at you.
"how many years is this now?"
"twenty fucking five. can you believe it?" you ask. sevika grins.
"time flies when you're havin' fun, darlin'." she says. you giggle.
"yeah? you've been havin' fun?" you ask. sevika furrows her brow, tilting her head in confusion.
"what're you talkin' about?" she asks. you shrug.
"i mean... you used to be the weary woman of the west. now you're just nana sev." you say. "you don't have any regrets?"
sevika gawks at you. "are you fuckin' serious?" she asks. you shrug again, and sevika scoffs. "baby, before i met you, i had no ambitions beyond stayin' alive 'til the next sunrise 'n stealin' the shiniest shit i could get my hands on. it was fun, sure, but... it was empty." she says. "this though? you? all the crazy shit you brought into my life like, love and family and friends and a buttload of kids? honey, there ain't enough treasure in the world for me to give this up." she says.
your eyes get a little watery at her words, and it takes you a second to collect yourself enough to lean over dorian and plant a firm kiss on her cheek.
"i'm so happy." you say. "you make me so happy. i love you so much."
"i love you too, darlin'." sevika says, blinking back her own tears.
between you, dorian groans and blinks awake.
"nana sev?" he asks. she quickly swipes her eyes before looking down at the boy.
"what's up kid?" she asks.
"i needa bedtime story." he demands, cuddling into your side as he prepares himself to be lulled to sleep by his grandma's voice.
sevika snorts, ruffling his hair. "which story?"
"mmm... cowboy story."
"what about the time me and gramma and your mom broke your ma and auntie pow-pow and uncles outta prison?" she suggests. dorian considers this, before shaking his head no.
"y' told that one a few nights ago." he says, yawning. you giggle at the picky little boy, pressing a kiss to his head.
"tell 'im about that train robbery you pulled off." you say. dorian perks up a little and sevika smiles.
"oh shit. i forgot i did that." she says, laughing. "right before i proposed to you, right?" she asks. you smile and nod, and sevika laughs. "my grand finale." she reminisces.
dorian nudges her. "i never heard this one!" he complains. "tell me!" he demands.
sevika nods, taking a moment to collect her memories, her smile growing as she thinks. you and dorian wait in anticipation as sevika clears her throat, putting on her 'serious storytelling' voice.
"alright. don't do any of the shit i'm about to tell you." she says. dorian nods with wide, sparkling eyes. "a long time ago, back when the west was even more deserted than it is now, your nana sev was a cowboy." she starts. dorian squirms in excitement, and you smile, ducking down to press a kiss to his head.
"the weary woman of the west!" he exclaims. sevika laughs heartily and nods.
"you got it kid. i was a fuckin' badass, but i had a problem." she says.
"what was it?"
"i was in love." she whispers. dorian gasps.
"with who!?" he asks. you scoff and tickle his side.
"with me, silly!" you say. he giggles.
"with your gramma." sevika confirms, nodding. "but this was before we were married. she was just a beautiful woman who worked in this very bar, and she refused to take my hand in marriage." sevika reaches up to dramatically clutch her heart. dorian glares at you.
"gramma! that's rude!" he cries.
"she was a criminal!" you say, laughing. "and she was always out riding through the desert."
"it's true, i was. but i had a plan to change that and make your gramma my wife-- i just had to do one last hurrah before i gave up my life of crime and settled down." she says.
you sink back in your seat, slowly swinging the bench with your foot as you listen to your wife's raspy, relaxing voice.
in front of you, jinx and ekko lean against one another as caitlyn and augustus do a slow waltz-- augustus dressed in a silky purple dress that's dragging a foot behind him as he twirls under his aunt cait's arm.
violet runs by with summer in her arms, both of them squealing as dorian chases after them with a stick.
the crickets are chirping, a cool evening breeze is blowing by, and the last rays of golden sunlight are breaking across the sky as it slowly sets on the horizon.
you're happier than you've ever been.
"it was a quiet night, just me, the moon, and my trusty old mare shimmer..."
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ARCANE CHARACTERS AS EMBARRASSING SEX STORIES
warnings: NSFW, 18+, mentions of cheating, threesomes, anal, modern-ish au(?), farts?, pegging, gun mentioned, public sex, vomit, really weird embarrassing gross sex stories and etc. got most of these from twitter entire thread made me cackle
silco: once hooked up with someone and before they started having sex, silco told them "i'll show you what i use for protection" and they thought he was going to pull out some exquisite collection of designer condoms or something. nah. silco pulled out a gun and left it out the whole time they were having sex. he never heard from them ever again. not like he wanted to either. he didn't think the sex was that good.
sevika: tried tipsy/drunk sex once and never again. the person she was hooking up with threw up all over her when she was getting down on her knees. literally was in a state of shock, and was so grossed out she ended up throwing up too.
vander: agreed to get pegged one time and it was his first time and was so nervous that he got a stomachache. dude was so gassy and it didn't help that he kept trying to hold his fart. right as his partner pulled out, he let out the gnarliest, most loudest, foul smelling fart. they did not continue.
vi: hooked up with someone when she got out of prison and it was her first time and she's nervous but it actually went well. then it got awkward and she still doesn't know why she did this, but she pressed her index finger against her partner's clit and said "ding dong"
caitlyn: wasn't even having sex yet; she was just making out with this girl and she started doing the Joker "why so serious" monologue out of nowhere and caitlyn didn't know what to do so she put her hand over her mouth and did her best bane impression. she wasn't impressed.
viktor: was having sex with someone and they said "cum for me" so he stopped and hugged them because he thought they said "comfort me"
jayce: first time he had sex with someone, he couldn't tell whether his dick was in or not, but it felt like it was so he didn't stop and continued until he came. apparently, he was having sex with the bed the entire time. his partner felt bad so they faked an orgasm and never told him.
mel: was having shower sex once and they stopped to lather each other up and without looking her partner grabbed her mint shower gel rubbed it onto her vagina and it fucking burned so bad, mel curled up on her bathroom floor and cried. never had shower sex ever again.
marcus: decided to have a threesome with his (ex)girlfriend with one of his mates from the police academy. it was so awkward because they were focusing on each other and basically ignored him the entire time. turns out they've been fucking each other behind his back. both of them ended up getting married and they invited him to their wedding.
grayson: was fucking her partner in her car and they didn't notice the enforcer outside their car until he tapped on the foggy window. poor officer almost had a heart attack because that's his boss, so he apologised and literally ran off. the next day grayson couldn't even look him in the eye.
finn: was enthusiastically eating someone out and got lock jaw. like literally his bottom metal jaw got locked and he panicked, tried to pull away but ended up accidentally biting down on her clit, and it hurt so bad she kicked him in the face.
#arcane#arcane shitpost#silco#sevika#vander#vi#viktor#jayce talis#caitlyn kiramman#mel medarda#marcus arcane#grayson arcane#finn arcane#x reader
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heyy i have a request: so can u do sevika punishes reader by only using toys because she went out in a short skirt and revealing shirt??🫡✨
This gave me bratty reader vibes so that’s the theme of these headcanons. I took some creative liberties with this one, I hope you like it!
Warning: Brat tamer Sevika, Spanking, fisting, deepthroating, soft Sevika, Mommy Dom Sevika, Reader and Sevika have a safeword in all of my imagines, it’s all consensual
Sevika wouldn’t be wholly controlling of what you wear. If that’s your style she wouldn’t expect you to change, she’d just have to make it extra fucking clear that you were off limits to others. If it’s not your usual attire, she’d keep a close eye on you whenever you're out, and maybe her mouth will twist downwards in displeasure when you announce that this is what you’re wearing out but she wouldn’t scold you for it. She’d tell you that you look beautiful, like always, and silently groan at the thought of how many fights she’s going to start tonight
But, let’s say you’re wearing it specifically to get a reaction out of her. Sevika’s too bright to not notice you intentionally flirting or bending over in front of others unnecessarily. So while you’re heading home, a cheeky smile on your face while you cling to Sevika’s arm that has freshly bruised knuckles, she asks you what exactly you want.
You’re sure you’re gonna get it when you get home, but when she goes to make dinner as you go through the door you ask, “Aren’t you going to punish me?”
When Sevika freezes, you know it came out a little more enthusiastic than you intended. She turns on you with a raised eyebrow, lips slightly turning upwards as she fights a smile.
“Why would I punish you? It’s not like you disobeyed me.” Her eyes narrow on you anxiously fiddling your hands and she allows that smirk to slowly spread across her face.
“Well, I wore this outfit?” You try, only to elaborate as she raises an eyebrow again and gives a little head shake at you. “I mean, I shouldn't have worn something so revealing.”
Sevika approached you slowly while you gave her your pitiful explanation, stopping in front of you when she could reach out a hand and cup your face, tilting it upwards to accentuate the height difference.
“Again, you didn’t intentionally disobey me. You can wear what you want.” Your face puckers in annoyance as you catch onto her teasing. A thumb brushes over your cheek with a chuckle from her. “You’re a good pet, aren’t you? You wouldn’t intentionally wear a slutty little outfit, bend over in front of strangers, or prompt them to feel you up, right?”
Her voice hardens with each word, the grip on your face becoming a little tighter. A sigh of relief nearly escapes you.
Finally.
The thing with Sevika is she catches on quickly. She knows when you’re acting out for a punishment, whether that be a spanking, a rough fucking until you nearly break, or both. Sevika, bruised and tired and a little grumpy that she couldn’t have a night off, isn’t going to give you what you want. Since you want her hands on you so much, she deprives you of that. The brief contact she gives you only lasts long enough to tie you to the bed and attach a vibrator to your thigh. She spends the night relaxing, enjoying the show of you begging for her touch, begging her to cum, only for her to deny you of both.
You clearly need some obedience training, so she works on that with you.
Training started in the bedroom with a bullet vibrator. The faster you responded to commands, the shorter the time she deprived you of those delicious vibrations against you. If she told you to lick, your lips had better be on her skin, whatever’s closest to you. Up can either mean trail your lips up until she tells you enough or that’s good, or it can mean you need to get off her lap because she’s getting up. If it’s the latter, she’ll usually pair it with a gentle smack to your thigh. A short, sharp whistle is to get your attention and usually means you’re bratting too close to the sun and her patience is running low.
See below for what happens when you ignore her commands
Sevika is anything but predictable. She’ll figure out exactly what you want and make sure you don’t get it. She catches on to how eager you are to be over her lap, how you present your ass to her with more enthusiasm than she’ll allow.
“You want me to break you, baby? Okay.” And she’ll start working her fingers into you. The most she’s ever got is three of her thick digits inside so you’re a little concerned when she works a fourth one in. Cold lube drips down your ass and onto her fingers when you feel her thumb prodding at your hole that’s currently stretched beyond what you’re used to. She’s patient and gently works you open until her whole hand is inside you and you’re wailing, because it’s too much, too much, too much. Her metal arm holds you tight and prevents you from squirming away as she wrings orgasms out of you until your brain melts out of your ears, and then she’s asking you about the rules and what her commands mean, making you recount all of them because she’ll only stop when you repeat them to her correctly.
You’re so full, too full for how oversensitive you are and how she flutters her fingers inside you teasingly. That arm of hers has an unbreakable hold on you from where you’re laid across her lap, heaving like you’ve ran a marathon and only just recovering your sight from your last orgasm.
“Please, Sevika, please-” You can’t articulate much more than that and she thankfully cuts in.
“You want to stop?” You nod your head frantically, falling for the false comfort as her metal claws run across your sweaty hair. The fingers inside you flutter again and you nearly jolt off her lap, kept in place by metal ones around the back of your neck. “Let’s go over the commands again, to make sure this lesson stuck.”
Damn her, those fingers go to that swollen, spongy spot she’s been abusing and using to make your ears ring.
“I can’t- I can’t focus-”
“No? Then maybe you will when you come again.”
If you’re back talking her or aim a nasty expletive her way, your mouth is getting washed out. Whether it be with her cum or lube, she’ll give it some use. If it’s the former, she’s sitting on your face until you go red. If it’s the latter, she’s slathering it on a dildo and deepthroating you, making sure she gets far down in there to really clean it out.
She always keeps you on your toes so you’ll never know how she’ll react. When you’re giving her a particularly nasty attitude, she’ll see right through you. Your snark and sass are your defense for when you’re feeling neglected or when you’re aching for a bit of structure in your life. Instead of pulling you over her knee, Sev will cup your face and coo at you, tone soft no matter how much attitude you throw at her, and coax you into telling her what you want. Your confession is rewarded and she fucks you good, and you’re infuriated with the way she kisses your face as she does it. She’s successfully broken you out of your fit with loving touches even as she’s pounding into you hard. You fell for it, being her good little pet and letting the facade break away and damn if that doesn’t bring frustrated tears to your eyes.
It’s the hardest you've came and you’re humiliated.
“See? I can take care of my baby. There’s no need to be a brat.” Another deep, hard thrust before she pulls out gently, like you’re made of glass. Like you hadn’t been purposefully making her angry all day. Tears well in your eyes at the guilt and you decide that perhaps this is the worst punishment she could’ve given you.
“I know, I know, you poor thing. Have I not been giving you enough attention?” Her softness pushes those tears until they overflow and she has to kiss them away with maddening sweetness, knowing damn well she’s been giving you plenty of attention, or as much as she can between work. You’re situated to where she can bring her flesh hand to your head and cradle you to her breast as those hard thrusts slow when you come down from your high. “It’s okay, Momma’s here.”
“Such a good pet for me. See where it gets you when you ask nicely?”
You’re incredibly well behaved for the next few days, lest she break you with that honeyed attention again.
Sometimes not giving you what you want is the way she decides to go and instead of giving you the punishing sex you need, she takes you apart with gentle touches and slow lovemaking for hours. You’re crying for her to push you until you break but she mockingly shakes her head at you, saying she knows exactly what her baby needs.
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Heeheehoohoo soft Silco thoughts inbound.
! This post about being transmasc/ftm and insecure about body image, if this doesn't apply to you, away ye scroll !
Tw for mentions of scars, low body image, dysphoria, Silco calls reader "pretty boy" and "my lovely" (of course), reader's appearance and gender is unspecified (apart from being ftm/transmasc obv)
Putting this under a read more because o o f I went off a little bit
Listen listen to me
Imagine that you're having a bad day, you're dysphoric, you're insecure, you can't look in the mirror and you want your body to disappear.
When you retire for the day, Silco greets you with, "Evening, pretty boy."
After not answering, he switches to, "What's wrong, my lovely? I can see you're upset."
"I don't feel like.. like what you called me," you manage to get out.
"A boy? Or a pretty one?"
"Both."
And so Silco takes it upon himself to make you feel better, or to at least support you if nothing can cheer you up.
For your dysphoria, he'll call you all the affirming terms and names you want. He'll repeat your true name, over and over. He'll call you pretty or handsome or hot or beautiful or cute, whichever you prefer. He'll trace your top surgery surgery scars gently, or if you're not comfortable being touched on the scars, he'll touch your flat chest through your shirt. If you don't have surgery yet he'll let you sit in just your binder and run his hands along the flattened surface. If you don't have top dysphoria, he'll give your chest a kiss, reminding you that there's no one way to be a man or to be masculine. If you take hormones, you can mutually, tenderly administer each others medicine. He'll let you sit with a pillow against your chest if its past biding hours (bind safely kids!!) and hire Sevika and possibly even Jinx to check in if you're biding correctly.
For your body image insecurity, he'll kiss your face or cradle it in his hands, expressing how breathtaking it is. He'll continue to kiss and praise each part of your body, especially ones you're insecure about.
If you're up for it, he offers to take this elsewhere and make you feel good 👀👀
If you're not, he will put Sevika in charge and cuddle with you, or take a walk in Zaun's back alleys or will read to you.
Just, soft Silco thoughts man.
🏳️🌈This post was written by a transmasc nonbinary Silco enthusiast, who is sad and lonely and just wants comfort 🏳️🌈
#silco arcane#silco#silco x reader#silco x male reader#silco x transmale reader#silco x you#arcane#trans author#transmasc#transgender#body dysmorphia#body image#soft silco#i want to be his pretty boy damnit#nonbinary
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Silco got a new outfit and is feeling himself. He goes down to the bar to pick up someone.
Title: A Formidable Marinade
Characters featured = Silco + Sevika + Original Female Character.
Please be advised of the following content warnings = Evil Silco, Alcohol, Harassment, weapons, threats, knives/blades, drug use, Predatory behaviour, Creepy behaviour, power imbalance, going incognito, hidden threats, discussion of murder, allusion to domestic violence.
Please proceed below to enjoy your custom original Ironandglass generated fic.
A Formidable Marinade
Silco stares distantly out of the ornate circular window from his imposing high backed chair. The cool green light spilling out licks along the edge of his features while Sevika tries to discuss some supply issue along one of their trade lines. He always worried about his ward when she was working away, it strained at his sense of control and pulled at his insecurities. Jinx was away with a shipment through the hextech portals and without her he was always just that little bit more on edge. A bad migraine had been plaguing him all day till Sevika finally had enough of his filthy mood.
“For fucks sake, I’ll do it, you need your treatment.” She insists, her annoyed tone cutting through his daydream ripping him back into the present moment.
He swivels the chair around to face her for a moment, brows furrowed, but doesn’t argue. Instead he exhales through his nose as he reaches into a drawer to retrieve the little brass plunger mechanism loading it with a vial of shimmer. He hands it to Sevika but doesn’t let go immediately when she reaches to take it.
“Give me double” He says suddenly.
“Alright” Sevika says holding his gaze as he relinquishes the syringe to her at last.
She walks around to the side of his chair to carefully administer his dose with the violent little piece.
“It’s gonna be one of those nights then.” She says mostly to her self as she presses the plunger. Quickly stepping back out of the way while he seizes and writhes in agony. She waits till he goes still before placing the plunger over his eye again.
“You sure?” She double checks.
“Yes!” He hisses through gritted teeth, panting and exhaling. There’s a badly stifled grunt of pain as the syringe delves deep into his pupil, carving a hot line of pain that rips down his spine and curls him in on himself. The agony skitters through his bones and webs across his muscles.
As the spasms ease, he begins to feel… fantastic.
He feels amazing, he stands up, pulling out a fine embroidered handkerchief to dab at the excess that spilled from his eyes.
“If you need me, I’ll be at the bar.” He announces suddenly, striding swiftly off to his room.
Sevika sits back on the lounge and cradles her head in her hands with elbows on her knees. Mumbling to herself.
“Yep, one of those nights.”
~~~
Silco strides out into the bar through a side entrance, rather than his usual hallway. Tonight he wears a fine embellished suit of silver and black. The silver embroidered detail at his cuff accenting his look perfectly. He would need to send a tip to the tailor for his fine craftsmanship he thinks as he secures the final carved pearl button at his wrist.
He also wears a lovely black and silver gilded respirator, one eye lens clear glass, the other a mirror lense to hide his red eye from unsuspecting prey. Undercover tonight among his people, he can exist in a playful state of exploration and indulgence.
He strolls through the VIP bar, but nothing in particular catches his eye or draws him to investigate, so he sweeps slowly down the stairs to the main bar, scanning the pulsing crowd as he goes.
There, a gorgeous, proud looking woman seated at the bar. Her clothes are simple but her posture and the light in her eyes is forged in regal fire.
He strides through the crowd to take a place on a bar stool at her side.
“Whisky” he throws down a generous tip and the barman obliges enthusiastically. As he waits for his drink to be prepared he carefully unzips the mouthpiece to his respirator so that he may drink without removing it. Thanking the barman once the drink is slid across the bartop into his hand.
He sips it, not turning towards her yet, just drinking her in. Trying to get a read on the strange creature that has drawn his wicked interest for the evening.
She cradles a glass of ale in one hand while she absently rolls he tip of her index finger across her lip with the other. Clearly deep in serious thought.
“You look like you’d rather be elsewhere” Silco throws the line like bait out towards her finally.
She turns to him with unimpressed disapproval.
“What are you meant to be? Some Pilty tourist that couldn’t get into the VIP lounge?”
Silco raises his eyebrows.
“It’s quite dull up there I’ll have you know.”
“In Piltover?” She sips her ale smirking at him tauntingly. She was very quick witted, this will be interesting.
Silco concedes a small dark smile back.
“In the VIP lounge I mean.” He adds pointedly.
“Your accent gives you away topsider, go to the sumps if you want an experience.” She says turning away from him.
She feels him move closer to her and she freezes as a small knife is suddenly pressed to her ribs.
“Is this very Pilty of me?” He whispers close to her ear so that only she can hear. It was the height of offence in Zaun to be accused of being a Pilty.
“Okay, okay, cool your horses daddy’o” She raises her hands backing down, sounding somewhat annoyed now.
“I’m waiting for my wife” He announces and she watches him slip the little blade back up into his sleeve.
“Oh thank the gods, I thought you were hitting on me!” She laughs placing a hand on his upper arm.
“I wouldn’t dream of it little dove. Are you waiting for someone yourself?”
“I’m waiting for my husband…” her words trail off into soft muttering.
“What was that?” Silco enquires taking a sip of his whiskey.
“I’m waiting for my husband, I said.” She repeats clearly this time.
“Hrmm” says Silco, swirling the single large ice cube around in his glass.
“So what’s your gig? Slingin‘ purp?” She says eyeing his lavish clothing pointedly before meeting his eyes.
Silco feigns offence at her very accurate accusation.
“I am the proud owner of a breathing station if you must know my dear” He proclaims voice tinged with well contrived offence. He enjoys the thrill of not having overtly lied to her once, one of his little games that he liked to play. It kept things interesting.
She sighs “I’m sorry I’m a little-”
Her words are cut short when a young messenger child comes and whispers in Silco’s ear. He nods once tipping the child as he stands and tucks his chair in.
“I’m terribly sorry miss…?” He offers his hand towards her in a polite goodbye.
“Ren” she said reaching up to shake his hand but once it’s within reach he deftly flips it in his and quickly presses a kiss to the top.
“I must go Miss Ren, my wife is waiting for me. Have yourself a lovely evening.” He says letting her hand go.
“Sure, No problem.” Ren says to his back as he strolls away.
She deflates as she sighs into her drink, of all the nights she could attract crazies of course it had to be tonight.
Another large figure takes the seat next to her and she insistently looks forward not catching their eye.
“That guy bothering you?” Comes the voice of Sevika, though she is not familiar to Ren.
“Nah, just some old kook” Ren replies taking a deep swig of her beer.
“You know who that was right?” Sevika chances out of curiosity.
“He owns a breathing station, some rich Pilty wannabe.” Ren waves her hand dismissively, as if to brush the topic away.
Sevika smirks broadly and lights a cigarette.
~~~
After a few hours, the small business matter had been resolved with next to no bloodshed and Silco quickly changes back into his black and silver garb to see if the enticing creature at the bar was still available to play.
He’s delighted to see her still in the same place as he makes his way down the VIP stairs towards the lower bar, it looks as if she is a little tipsy now, having relaxed with the help of a few more glasses of beer to soothe her rattled nerves.
“Ah Miss Ren, you’re still here?” Silco takes back his seat, the waiter quickly delivering him another Whiskey.
“Where is your wife?” She eyes him grumpily.
“Where is your husband” He shoots back conspiratorially.
“Hopefully dead by now.” She says coldly while taking a deep gulp of her beer.
“Ah” Said Silco, this woman was deliciously intriguing.
“Do you even have a wife?” She asks suddenly flicking him a side eye to see his response.
“No, of course not.” He replies, not missing a beat.
Ren sniffs out a laugh and rolls her eyes.
“I’ll give it to ya, you’re persistent!” She laughs out wearily.
“I just know the steps to the dance.” He states confidently, in a way that almost sounds like a threat.
“God you’re insufferable. You know that? Entitled, rude, pushy.” Ren snaps at him, reaching the end of her tether.
Silco waits patiently for her to finish her little frustrated outburst, secretly delighted by her fire.
“I just need to be here so I have a solid alibi while I wait for some goons to murder my husband, okay? I don’t need this!” Ren gestures at Silco emphatically.
“Ah that is most unfortunate.” Silco admits, as if they were discussing a mild weather forecast.
“Yeah? What are you going to do about it Mr.Fresh Air?” Ren asks more than a little annoyed by his cool response.
“Nothing, I’m sure you have your reasons.” Silco says plainly, taking another unbothered sip of his whiskey.
“Then why is it unfortunate?” Ren demands.
“Unfortunate for your husband of course.” He says obviously.
She’s silent for a beat before taking a long drink of her ale.
“He deserves it.” Ren says softly but firmly, standing to grab her coat off the back of her chair. “I’m doing what needs to be done.” She adds pulling her coat on.
Silco reaches out and gently grabs her upper arm, standing up to face her, to look into her eyes once more before she can leave. Under his touch she winces away slightly and looks up at his visible ice blue eye with defiant fury.
“What’s your damage creep?” She asks through gritted teeth, looking furiously up at him.
Silco laughs in delight.
“I don’t think we have the time to explore that right now.” He confesses.
“This is me, leaving” she says, pulling out of his grip and stepping away from him. As she strides away she turns around still walking backwards to call out. “Stay the HELL away from me.” She hisses venomously before turning away again and disappearing into the crowd.
Sevika, who had been watching the whole thing from her nearby booth strolls over to stand by Silco’s side.
“Well that went well.” She says, looking with Silco at the empty space in the crowd where Ren had been mere moments earlier.
“She is captivating” Silco whispers.
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✨ Thank you for reading. ✨
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For Sevika:
[ TASTED ] for receiver to bite sender’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood.
Sometimes Sevika got rather enthusiastic, and if her partner didn’t seem to object she’d start testing to see just how far she could go. This particular evening seemed to be one of those moments as her and Irisa had been flirting, and drinking a bit and at some point both had stood up to go get something. Maybe a drink, or a snack or something. Sevika wasn’t sure, and didn’t really care. What she did care about was that Irisa had ended up with her back down against a kitchen counter with Sevika standing between her legs and bending down to kiss her. Hands on Irisa’s wrists holding them there, but light enough that if Irisa truly wanted to make it clear that she wanted up she could Sevika had kissed the other woman.
It’d been gentle at first albeit playful, but with Irisa seeming to welcome it Sevika had gotten harder and more aggressive. Finally she bite down at Irisa’s bottom lip. Maybe a bit harder than she’d intended, or maybe not but either way the taste of blood hit her tongue. It pulled a hungry growl from her as her tongue slid over the break in skin gathering up the hot metallic taste before her hands tightened around Irisa’s wrists. Another kiss this one deep, and filled with desire as Sevika stepped in closer than ever before purring in Irisa’s ear. “I want you. Such a lovely sweet thing all stretched out across my counter top. Whatever am I to do with you now hmmm?”
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Jinx used to trick Silco’s lackeys into unknowingly being her test subjects for her explosive shenanigans until they get real tired of nearly dying at the hands of a child. From time to time, a new recruit gives her a chance at some fun since no one ever feels inclined to warn them that the blue-haired girl is more of a menace than appearances let on.
Jinx has gotten better on testing out less deadly traps on the poor souls, but only because Silco told her he was tired of having to replace new recruits as soon as he found them. Per his request, she is only allowed to scare them half to death--- not actually bring them to their untimely demise. She deemed that a doable compromise, though sometimes she pushes it.
Still, most have learned to quickly steer clear of the bomb enthusiast the moment they see her skipping her way over and that’s probably for the best. The only two she seems to consistently pull stuff on now is Chuck Thieram and her very favorite-- Sevika.
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Bend and Break (Not Just the Rules)
Chapter 4 of 5 - Bend and Break
AO3 link
CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5
Sevika x female reader
Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW
Tags: Sevika/Reader, Modern AU, College/University AU, Professor Sevika, Student Reader, Humor, Porn With Plot, Eventual Smut, Teacher-Student Relationship, a lot of this is probably super cliché and a bit silly, but I don’t give two shits cause it’s fucking hot and funny, Drinking, Masturbation, Smoking, Teasing, Size Difference, Enthusiastic Consent, Dom Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Sub Reader, Light BDSM, Impact Play, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, (yes I like the emotional whiplash of both kinks), Vaginal Fingering, Strap-Ons, Orgasm Delay, Choking, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Aftercare
Word Count: 3.5k
Summary: When a hot professor in your field of study enters your radar, you’re quick to jump at the opportunity to get closer by taking her class. Temptations eventually lead the two of you to bend and break more than just the rules.
AN: This is already in process over on AO3. Trying to catch up here.
You were down to literally your last chance to get somewhere with Professor Sevika. You’d already been to your last class, taken the final exam, and now all you had left was one more evening with her as her assistant to help finish out the semester. You weren’t sure what exactly she’d be having you doing considering grades were due the prior evening, but that was the last thing on your mind. Instead, you were focused on making yourself as irresistible as possible.
Posed in front of a large floor length mirror, you turned and angled your body, making sure everything was well in place and perfect. You’d pulled out all the stops that night. Dressed to the nines in a tiny pleated miniskirt that exposed far more than it covered, an equally tiny but also very sheer top without any bra beneath, and finally your best pair of cheeky, lace underwear. And to top it all off, you sported a cute pair of flats (because why wear heels when part of your professor’s charm is that extra height she has over you), vanilla and lilac scented perfume, and went all out on your makeup and hair. You’d even gone so far as to use vanilla scented shampoo and soap that day.
Satisfied with your appearance, you grabbed your gift for your professor- a bottle of vanilla flavored whiskey wrapped in dark red tissue and tied off with a pretty gold ribbon- and made a beeline for the door.
As per your tradition, you arrived early. And as per her tradition, Professor Sevika was leaning against the exterior of the building enjoying a smoke. Although, it seemed, as you got closer, that she was nearly finished.
“You’re early.”
Another tradition, but with a twist. Even in the dim light of a distant lamp, you spotted how her lips curled ever so slightly as she spoke those words.
Was she being playful?
You smiled up at her coyly, hands behind your back to hide her gift. “Just excited.”
She raised a single brow and removed her cigarillo to blow a stream of smoke skyward. “And why is that?”
“Well,” you started, eyes rolling around as if trying to come up with a reason, “I’ll be graduating soon and…”
“And?” she asked when you simply trailed off.
You rocked back and forth on the heels of your feet. “And this is my last night with my favorite professor.”
Her eyes met yours, and you tried to read her expression, challenged her with your own gaze to reply to that compliment. She didn’t supply a verbal response, but the little upward tug of her lips said it all.
Tonight was it. Your last chance to get something from her, and you weren’t leaving without at the very least a confession, but hopefully something a bit more.
A cool breeze blew between the two of you, sending goosebumps crawling over your exposed skin. You shivered, involuntarily, despite your effort to remain composed and keep your eyes locked on hers.
“Without a jacket again?” She asked with a shake of her head. She tossed the remains of her cigarillo to the ground, rubbing the toe of her polished black shoes against it and the dirt until only tiny, broken tendrils of smoke remained.
You could tell she wasn’t truly disappointed, not when that sexy little smirk still painted her face.
She shrugged her leather jacket off and draped it over your shoulders. She leaned down to bring her lips dangerously close to your ear. “I know you’re smarter than that, sweetheart.”
Shivers ran clear down your spine despite the warmth her jacket brought to your upper half. However, you found heat pooling elsewhere– low in your belly and between your thighs.
Fuck, she had the most sinfully husky voice. Arousing enough to make your legs ache. And good god she hovered beside your ear for far too long. Though it was only seconds, you could feel her warm breath fan across your exposed neck and threaten to bring you to your knees right there.
She was toying with you. Teasing you. You were certain of it.
Then you heard the faint sound of her taking a deep breath through her nose.
Was she... smelling you?
“Vanilla?” she rasped, and you could have sworn you felt her ghost the tip of her nose along the edge of your ear.
You slowly turned your head, craning your neck to peer up at her with a mixture of nervousness and longing. This close, you could see those stormy gray eyes through her glasses, and how they fell to your slightly parted lips, lingering for far too long to be coincidental. How they dilated when you gave her a meek nod. And you could smell her . Overwhelmingly so. So warm and smoky. Your own eyes fell to her lips, watching with unmistakable desire as they parted, the very tip of a pink tongue running along the bottom edges of her top teeth.
Suddenly you forgot how to breathe. Or swallow. Or stand.
Your knees gave way, but before you could even make it halfway to the ground, a strong, large arm caught you around your waist. And just like that, your confidence blew away like the cool breeze. You were held firmly against your professor’s warm, rigid body. Her soft breasts pressed against- or with the height difference more like sat atop- your own and all you could do was stare up at her, lost in a turbulent mix of feelings and sensations. One of your hands, without your realization, had released its grip on her gift and planted itself firmly atop her closest shoulder, and god you had to look like such a fool. A damsel in distress. Pathetic. Desperate. Needy .
You had come planning to win her over, but you weren’t prepared for this. Not here. Sure, you’d face-planted into her chest that one night and that was arguably far more… erotic than this, but you were drunk then, and she had not been quite so blatant in her teasing. And there had been no fucking smirk either.
God, her lips. Her dark, plush, sexy lips.
They were right there. Taunting you with that seductive grin. Just inches above your lips. If you could just– if your legs would cooperate– if you could get on your tiptoes and just close that distance-
“Let’s get you inside where it’s warm.”
Your eyes flew open. When had you even closed them? “Oh- okay. Yeah. S-Sorry,” you stammered and reluctantly removed your hand from her shoulder, your cheeks hot with embarrassment and desire.
She carefully slipped her arm off your waist, her fingertips brushing along the thin band of skin exposed between your bunched-up shirt and the waistband of your skirt.
That tiny stretch of skin felt like it had been touched by fire, every nerve alight along the path she’d taken. Your eyes widened again and you tried to read her expression, trying to determine if that was accidental or intentional, but she had already turned away and was making her way toward the entrance.
After taking a moment to compose yourself, you quickly raced after her, falling in step just behind her.
She held the door open for you, another tradition that had developed on the nights you came to assist her. Despite her having done it for months, you still swooned just as hard at the gesture. You’d never once caught her doing that for another student, or anyone else for that matter. Only you.
“Thank y-” Your words fell short when you felt her hand rest on the small of your back, gently guiding you through the doorway. Mind a whirlwind at that simple touch, you slowed your pace and let her walk ahead, noticing how she ever so lightly let her fingertips glide along the side of your waist as she passed. Wide-eyed, you tried to catch her expression, and though she moved too fast for you to really get a good look, you were certain you spotted her lips curl into a tiny smirk.
Fuck .
You weren’t even sure how you made it to the classroom. You could have sworn you simply floated there, following behind your professor like some sort of dazed drug addict looking for another hit. Arguably, that was exactly the case. You felt high as a kite on adrenaline and desire- fueled by all her subtle yet wildly exhilarating touches, advances, looks, and closeness you’d already received in the short period of time that night.
A soft click from behind you finally caught your attention.
Did she just lock the door? She doesn’t usually do that. Why did she do that?!
You didn’t dare look behind you to confirm though, nerves suddenly flaring up at the possible implications of that action. Instead, you silently followed Professor Sevika to her desk, trying to school your expression into anything but the anxiety and anticipation you felt welling up inside you.
She took a seat at her desk and pulled out her laptop from her bag while you awkwardly stood at the side of the desk, awaiting her instructions.
“I don’t have any of the usual for you tonight as all the grades are already entered, but you can start by cleaning the whiteboard.”
That was not at all what you expected. Your disappointment was short-lived though, because when you glanced back at the whiteboard you spotted a small stepstool, a clever idea coming to mind. Barely keeping your impish smile in check, you set her gift- which you amazingly hadn’t dropped during any of those exhilarating moments- down on her desk.
Her gray eyes peered over the rim of her glasses at the wrapped bottle, then back up to you with a raised brow.
“A little thank you gift,” you explained, “For a wonderful semester, and for letting me be your assistant.”
Her gaze dropped to the gift again. She hesitated briefly, then pulled it closer.
“You know you don’t owe me anything,” she said quietly, but you saw the little pull of her lips as she united the gold ribbon and pulled back the red paper to reveal the bottle. She picked it up, turning it as she examined the label.
You rocked back and forth from your heels to your toes in anticipation, hands clasped behind your back and a dopey, hopeful grin on your face.
God, please tell me she likes it!
You’d certainly spent a good amount on it. Wanted only the best for your favorite teacher.
“This is… very nice,” she finally said, smirking as she regarded you. “Seems you know my tastes quite well.”
You weren’t sure if it was just in your head, but you were pretty certain there were other implications behind that last statement.
“Might be enough to get you through the first quarter of next semester” you joked.
She chuckled, a low, throaty sort of laugh that made the tiny hairs covering your body stand on end. Her gaze lingered on you for a moment before she finally turned to grab something from her briefcase. She pulled out her thermos and poured a small amount of the whiskey into both the thermos and its cap. Handing you the cap, she grinned up at you.
“A toast?” you asked, offering her your own crooked grin.
She nodded and you brought your drink to hers.
“To my favorite teacher.”
“To my favorite student.”
Your cheeks grew hot at the compliment, and you hoped she wouldn’t notice it as you threw your drink back in one go. It burned just like the whiskey she let you try before, but this one was much smoother, and the vanilla more prevalent. Obviously you’d done good. And the delightful little smirk Professor Sevika gave you once she finished her own only drove that point further home.
“Cleaning supplies are on the table over there,” she said with a nod toward said table before turning her attention to her laptop.
Perfect .
To make sure your next plan of attack proceeded at maximum potential, you slipped off your professor’s jacket and draped it across the back of her chair. Couldn’t have the lovely outfit you’d picked out just for her covered by that big- albeit delightful smelling- jacket of hers.
“Thank you, again, for letting me borrow that.”
“Mhm.”
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You made quick work of cleaning the whiteboard, occasionally glancing back at your professor to see if she was sneaking any glances at you. She wasn’t. Not yet at least. But she would.
While still up on the step stool, you called out to her, “How’s it look?” Just as her head started to turn in your direction, you bent over to set the cleaning supplies back on the table beside you. You kept your eyes on her though, smiling with feigned innocence. You damn near vibrated in place with how ecstatic you were when she peered at you from over the rim of her glasses.
And oh how that damn sexy crooked grin of hers grew as her eyes trailed up your very exposed legs and bottom.
She pushed her chair back away from the desk and swiveled to fully face you. She never once looked at the whiteboard. Just kept her eyes on yours as she replied, "Good. Very good."
Then, she did something you were not expecting. She locked eyes with you, lips curled into the most devious grin, slid her hand over the ruler at the edge of her desk and used it to push a pen off the front corner.
Never in your life had a pen hitting the floor sounded so loud in your ears. It downright echoed in your head as you stared at her wide-eyed, realization of what she was doing, what she was going to have you do, making your heart fall into the pit of your stomach.
“Oops. Mind getting that for me, sweetheart ?”
Oh boy. Oh shit. Oh fuck.
You’d done it. Finally pushed her over the edge, just like she’d done with that damn pen. But what was waiting over that edge for you, you weren’t certain. However, you were sure it would be something she’d been itching to do for a long time if that evil- albeit undeniably sexy- little smile of hers was anything to go by.
So you carefully stepped off the stool and made your way toward her desk. Neither of you broke eye contact until you were standing just inches in front of her. Ever-so-slowly you turned so your back was to her, and bent over to pick up the fallen pen. You knew you were revealing far more than you should be to your professor, but you also knew that was exactly what she wanted you to do, and what you wanted to do. But what would she do next? Simply look and enjoy the view? Would she say something? Would she... touch you?
You no more than laid your fingers on the fallen pen when you felt something touch the inside of a thigh, just above your knee. You froze, fingers barely keeping you steady from where they pressed against the floor, as you felt that something start to ever so slowly drag up the inside of your leg. That something was cool like metal, and sharp.
The ruler.
Your heart rate spiked as it crept higher and higher. Every muscle in your body tensed, the anticipation of how far she would go sending you near panic.
This was what you wanted. Her attention. Her touch- granted it wasn’t her direct touch. Yet, in all honesty, you never thought you’d get that far.
Goosebumps followed the trail of the ruler despite your body temperature skyrocketing. And then, just before reaching the apex of your thighs, it stopped. You released the breath you hadn't even known you were holding in a pathetic whimper, only to suck it back in a gasp when you felt the ruler start to lift your skirt.
You heard your professor adjust in her seat behind you, and dear god she made the most wonderful sound. A low sort of hum- of appreciation.
“You wear these for me, or that foolish boy you’ve been so blatantly flirting with the last half of the semester?”
What?
Your head was in such a tizzy you had no clue what she was talking about.
“I asked you a question!” she snarled.
Oh lord!
Think!
'You wear these for me…?'
Oh!
“F-For you,” you stammered.
“Hmm. Very pretty.”
Fuck.
That praise. That sweet, lovely praise. And she said it in such a sultry tone that just made her already absurdly sexy voice that much sexier.
“I- I’ve done all- all this for you,” you admitted, cheeks burning uncomfortably hot. “All my outfits, hair, makeup- all for you, Professor.”
“Then why flirt with the boy?”
You said nothing, no desire to admit to your foolish attempts to make her jealous. She knew anyway. She had to. And you were pretty certain she knew what you’d been up to all along. Just wouldn’t come out and say anything until now.
“Answer me,” she growled.
“I- I just wanted your attention!” you nearly screamed. Your other hand flew to cover your mouth. There likely wasn’t anyone in the building this late, especially after classes ended, besides maybe the janitorial staff, but you didn’t want to risk it. Especially not with your current… predicament . Would be a little hard to explain why you were bent over in front of your professor wearing an entirely too skimpy outfit while she all but gaped at your exposed bottom.
You felt the ruler suddenly slip away, your skirt falling back in place to cover what little it could in your position. You waited, several agonizing seconds of silence, for her to say something. You could feel the tiny beads of sweat forming along your forehead near the hairline.
“Stand up.”
You nearly jumped at the command, but obediently stood, the fallen pen still lying long forgotten on the floor.
“Turn.”
Slowly, you did, until you found yourself toe-to-toe with your now standing professor. She absolutely towered over you, and you didn’t need to look up to know those stormy gray eyes were burning a hole in your skull.
“So, you admit it?” she sneered.
You chanced a glance up at her, craning your neck to see her face. She didn’t look angry. Quite the contrary. She looked utterly delighted, a sinister smile painting her face. “Ad-Admit what?”
She stalked around you, a predator circling its prey, and you turned with her, terrified eyes never leaving hers.
“You’ve been trying to get me to bend and break the rules all semester,” she sneered. Then she stepped closer, crowding you and forcing you to take a tentative step back.
Your mouth went dry, throat suddenly blocked by an invisible barrier.
“Tempting me with your pretty little outfits. Showing off all that delicious skin. Wearing my favorite scent. Even went so far as to put on that ridiculous show and attempt to make me jealous. Did it all knowing damn well I couldn’t act on any of it. Not with a student.” she continued, forcing you back further until your lower back hit her desk.
Oh fuck.
She leaned closer to you, dangerously close, chest damn near touching yours, and planted her palms against the desk, effectively pinning you in place. “ Didn’t you ?”
You leaned back, trying to keep your eyes level with hers. Voice trembling, you stammered out a quiet reply, “Y-Yes… But I- I just wanted to-”
“Bend over!”
“What?”
“Bend. Over.”
The way she emphasized those words made it clear she wouldn’t accept any more dawdling, yet you hesitated, peered over your shoulder at the desk behind you then back up at her. She simply raised a brow, challenging you to disobey. Like hell you ever would, so you carefully turned, still caged between two muscular arms, and bent over the desk. You rested on your forearms and stared ahead, legs trembling in anticipation.
Her hands disappeared from your sides, and she flipped your sorry excuse for a skirt up over your back, fully revealing your equally sorry excuse for panties. Then you felt the flat of the ruler press against one of your exposed asscheeks.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!
She leaned over you, her large, firm body pressing along the back of your smaller one, soft breasts pressing so teasingly against your upper back. The tiny, flimsy shirt and skirt you wore did nothing to protect you from the warmth of her skin pressed against you, and your mind went completely blank. All you could do was focus on all the points of contact, including her lips brushing along your ear.
She pulled the ruler back and whispered, voice husky and dripping with the promise of sin, “The only thing I’m going to bend and break is you.”
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Got this idea right in time for Christmas 😭 imagine wrapping presents with Sevi and she’s IMSANELY bad at it. I think it would be adorable :3
HAHAHA this came at the perfect time because i've been wrapping gifts all week! (i'm the designated wrapper in my family lmaooo)
men and minors dni
sevika can't wrap for shit.
the sticky tape gets stuck on her fingers instead of the paper, the paper never folds right, and she never cuts a piece big enough for the gift shes trying to wrap.
until she meets you, she either uses giftbags for everything, or gives her presents unwrapped.
but once you guys are together, she hands off all wrapping duty to you.
all of her gifts, whether for her coworkers, family, or friends, she hands off to you to wrap for her.
she'll sit on the bed and watch you work, marveling at your skills and dexterous fingers.
she tries to help, she tries to hold little pieces of tape out for you, but she just ends up getting it wrapped around her fingers and cursing. you always laugh and kiss away her pout, push her against the pillows and tell her to relax.
(after you're done, sevika enthusiastically thanks you with her head between your legs.)
the only gifts she won't let you wrap are the gifts she gets for you.
these, she does herself.
on christmas night, when the two of you finally get home after making rounds around town to visit her family, yours, friends, and extended relatives, you get to do your favorite christmas tradition and trade your gifts for each other.
the gifts you have for sevika are, as always, perfectly wrapped.
but your gifts are always lumpy, wrapped in layer after layer of paper, and sticky with adhesive residue.
it always brings a tear to your eye, because she fucking sucks at wrapping and she hates it, but she does it horribly for you anyways.
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First time hds with Jinx, Vi, Sevika, Jayce, Viktor, Silco and Ambessa?
Oh wow, I think that's the most characters I've ever gotten for a single request. I'm happy to oblige Anon.
Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Sevika, Jayce, Viktor, Silco and Ambessa (separately) x Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, first time, kissing, dirty talk, blowjobs, handjobs, cunnilingus, fingering, power play, rough sex, gentle sex
A/N: This took a while to write lol! But it was so much fun!
Jinx is very excited to get started but she won't push you into anything too quickly if you aren't ready for it
She will however tease you relentlessly and will want to watch your every nervous move with great interest and care
She will be slow and gentle at first but it doesn't take her long to change her tune, not in a way that she hurts you too badly but enough to let everyone else know who fucked you first
Excited to explore all your kinks in the future
Encourages and praises you a lot, and loves to be praised
You can't ask for a more caring partner for your first time
Vi always puts your comfort above all, despite her talk of all the ways she can make you come
She eases you into it, kissing a path down your body, enjoying your little sounds and shivers before putting her mouth on you
Loves to make you come with her mouth and hands, but doesn't do it too many times for your first time, it's important you pace yourself after all
She hugs you close when she knows you're about to come, whispering to let go, she's got you, she's not going anywhere
She finds it funny that you're still a virgin. A pretty, little thing like you? Were your previous partners blind?
No matter, it only means that she gets to be the first one to make you scream in pleasure at the top of your lungs
She makes you grind on her leg, while using her hand to make you so horny you beg her to just fuck you already
She likes seeing you desperate for her, a dynamic she's excited to explore more in the future
This is your first time so she'll make it very memorable, she'll fuck you until you can't walk the next morning and will leave as many marks on you as she can
Honestly a little nervous to be your first
He wants to make it a good experience for you
Jayce takes his sweet time worshiping your naked body, showering you with praise and affection
He knows he's a little big so he's slow and gentle when he's sliding in the first time and gives you time to adjust to his size
He keeps his hands firmly on your hips as he fucks you nice and slow, until you ask him to go faster
You wanna ride his cock? Go ahead, as much as you want. You wanna give him blowjobs? He'll whimper and moan the whole way, but of course mindful not to make you hurt yourself and to remind you to breathe
He loves telling you how good you feel around him, how nice you make him feel, how much he wants to come inside you
He makes sure to map and memorize all the different ways his touch makes you moan, he'll repeat those many times in an effort to make you come as many times as you can handle
Viktor is doesn't have a lot of stamina himself but even if he comes first it's very important to him that you come as well
Lucky for him he's very skilled with his hands and fingers
Viktor is great at dirty talk and loves to see you blush from his words
He's very interested to learn all the different ways he can make you come for him
Silco loves the thought of being your first, being the one to bring you that kind of pleasure for the first time
He loves how enthusiastic you are about sucking his cock despite the fact that you have no experience beforehand, not to worry, he's a patient man, he'll guide you
He leaves a lot of scratches on your body
He loves fucking your mouth until you're whimpering for him
Silco won't be too harsh but he won't be gentle either
He likes that he can make your eyes roll back while you're taking his dick like a good girl/boy
If you didn't already have a degradation/name calling kink she will unlock it for you very quickly
She would pin you down under her, grinning down at you and drinking in every detail of your body
You're very sloppy when she rides your face and makes you eat her out but you've got the enthusiasm and she likes that
Wants to fuck you so much you forget your own name
Not very gentle, loves to see bruises on you, but will kiss them better later if you do a good enough job
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when their s/o wears lingerie for them
feat.: Viktor, Jayce Talis, Silco, Vander, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Sevika, Jinx
warnings: nsfw content, thigh riding, praise, dirty talk, pet names
The moment you decide to surprise VIKTOR by showing him your new set of lingerie, his cheeks flush slightly, a smile curling his lips. He's absolutely smitten by you — not only by your beauty, but by your whole presence and by the fact that you've bought lingerie while thinking about him.
He's actually quite good at complimenting you and he truly does his best to keep up a gentlemanly composure, but he soon finds himself unable to keep his hands off of you — not that you want him to do that, either.
Viktor has you lying on your back with him between your legs, from where he slowly kisses his way up your thighs; honestly, he just wants to worship you. You're squirming and mewling beneath him, the thin fabric of your panties drenched as you press against him with need, and he's soon thrusting into you, because he's secretly just as impatient as you are — how could he not be when you're beneath him, looking picture perfect with lace draped over the curve of your hips and tits? Oh, and also, the fantasy of you wearing lingerie beneath your normal clothes to the lab now never leaves his mind anymore.
“Your beauty knows no bounds, dear. You look truly ethereal right now; especially when you're spread open on my cock like this, mewling like a slut. Ah, apologies, I didn't mean to be crude — even though you seemed to like that name given how you just clenched around me.”
Honestly, JAYCE is absolutely in love with everything you do — and this is no exception. The second you join him in bed while wearing some skimpy lingerie, he's a blushing mess and stumbles over his words as he tries to compliment you. It's not that he's particularly embarrassed; he's simply so enthusiastic that his mind works faster than his mouth does.
He's on you immediately; pinning you to the bed with one of his big hands holding both of your wrists together, and, god, he can barely contain himself — he grinds his hips against yours, already impatient and needy and obviously excited if his hard-on is anything to go by.
Only a few moments later he's thrusting into you, so so eager, and he can't stop staring at your gorgeous body as you moan and writhe beneath him, your head thrown back and your nails digging into his back. He's not particularly possessive — well, most of the time at least, because right now he's sucking hickeys into your skin and littering your throat in bite marks to show everyone you're his.
“God, I can't believe how pretty you are, princess. So gorgeous, I'm so glad I can call you mine. You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen, really; 'm gonna make you feel so good. Gonna mark you up so no one thinks they'd ever have a chance with you.”
The second you enter his office wearing a huge coat, SILCO knows something's up. He simply raises his eyebrows in question and, as soon as you open the coat to reveal your body clad in nothing but tiny lingerie, hums in appreciation. His gaze is intense as it's fixed on you from his position on his office chair, and he's not opposed to you doing a little twirl to show your outfit off.
Then, he beckons you forward and you're soon propped up on his lap, one of his thighs between yours as you grind down against it, tiny needy whimpers leaving your throat.
It's evident in the frantic way you move that you want more, though Silco only chuckles at your impatience. His hands guide you to rub your cunt against his thigh again, and by the mischievous glint in his eyes you already know it'll take a while until you finally get to have him inside of you.
“Ah, this is certainly a surprise, dear. Did you come all the way to my office looking like this? How very naughty of you. Really, just imagine if someone saw you in these skimpy panties, especially when we both know only I get to look at you this way.”
VANDER isn't shy to immediately rip your clothes off of you the second he sees the lace of garter belts peek out beneath your skirt — though he tries to be careful if you complain to him about your destroyed clothes. It's not his fault he's this excited, really; he just wants to touch you so bad.
His hands are on your ass, shamelessly groping your soft skin through the fabric, and even though he's the one who's dick is straining against his trousers just because of how pretty you are, he huffs out a teasing laugh as you gasp against his lips.
He doesn't even bother taking the lingerie off — honestly, the fine hooks on your tights are too delicate for his big fingers anyway — and instead just pushes your panties to the side so you're able to ride him.
“Fuck, baby, you're so god damn gorgeous. If I wasn't this hard I'd have you sit on my face right now — god, you're so hot. 'm so lucky you're mine, hope you know that.”
VI gives an appreciative whistle as you drape yourself over her lap, all dressed up in pretty pink lingerie that wraps around your body. She can't help herself; her hands start wandering almost immediately, even though she had just been focusing on something else a moment ago.
Calloused hands grope your tits through the fabric of your nearly translucent bra, kneading soft skin until you're moaning and grinding against her, your eyes fluttering closed at the sudden pleasure.
Vi quickly scoops you up in her arms and carries you over to your shared bed, spreading your legs for her as she pulls your panties down your thighs. Her warm breath fans against your wet folds, making you whimper — and her laugh. Still, she doesn't feel like teasing you right now and instead swirls her tongue around your clit until you're squirming.
“Damn, doll, all dressed up for me? You shouldn't have. Joking, of course. You should do this way more, like, just look at how good your tits look in this! Fuck, c'mere, baby. Lemme touch you. I'll be damned if I don't eat you out while you're looking this pretty for me.”
When CAITLYN spots you wearing some lingerie she's never seen before, she's excited and doesn't hesitate to tell you just how pretty you are immediately. When your cheeks flush a lovely red, she chuckles and presses a kiss to your lips.
She's definitely not opposed to go lingerie shopping with you now that she knows you enjoy wearing it — and you could even get matching colours, too!
Caitlyn is quick to move this over to her bed where she positions herself between your legs, a teasing smile on her face as her fingers rub over the already slightly damp fabric of your panties, making you squirm.
“You're so pretty like this, dear. I had no idea you enjoyed getting all dolled up. If only you had said something, we could have done this sooner. Well, anyway — I better show you just how gorgeous I think you are right now, hm? Come on, spread your legs a little wider, love.”
The moment you enter the bedroom with nothing but sheer lace and frills covering your body, MEL smirks, her expression equally as curious as intense. She's already sitting on the bed, her back against the headpiece, and all you have to do is lay down between her legs to already be in the position you want to be in.
Though Mel doesn't let you get away this easily — she's quick to order you to lay down on your back and takes her sweet time appreciating your pretty underwear and your gorgeous body. She definitely insists on buying you more lingerie in the future.
Her lithe fingers push into your panties to rub tiny circles around your clit, her lips first meeting yours in a kiss before she bends down lower to close them around your nipple, revelling in your whiny mewl.
“You're so pretty, baby. Ah, I how about we go and look for a new set of lingerie for you together tomorrow, hm? What do you think? Because, honestly, I won't go around making promises that this one is going to survive this night.”
SEVIKA is another one to wolf whistle as soon as she sees you, her eyebrows raised as she smirks. She immediately grabs your hips and lazily pulls you down into her lap, her hands roaming over your body and curiously touching the fine fabric that's draped over your hips and chest.
She's usually not overly fond of lingerie — lace rips way too easily, especially under her mechanic arm —, but she does appreciate it when you get all dressed up for her.
Her lips quickly find your neck as she sucks a visible hickey into your skin, too high to cover it up with any clothing, and two of her fingers move underneath your thin panties and slowly push into you, making you squirm at the stretch, even though you're wet enough for it not to hurt. Quite the opposite — it's simply not enough for your greedy hole, and Sevika huffs out a laugh at how desperate you already are.
“You know, 'm not usually a fan of these fancy topside lingerie sets, but you look as delectable as ever. Hm? Wanna ride my fingers, baby? Come on then, show me how desperate you are.”
When JINX looks up from her tinkering to glance at you, she can't help but raise her eyebrows in surprise. Then she's smiling and quickly moving towards you, already cooing at you about how pretty you look right now.
She wraps her arms around your body and pulls you closer, her body pressing against yours, and only a few moments later you're both kneeling on the bed, one of her hands fondling with your breast and one teasingly rubbing along your wet folds. She's good at multi-tasking with her hands, and even better at making you whine and whimper beneath her touch.
Jinx might want to add some colour to your lingerie though; it's just so horribly topside-like and boring with it's pastel colour — by the way, are you up for some sexual body painting sessions?
“You're so gorgeous, darl! I love that look on you! Where did ya get it? Ah, come on, you didn't even cum once yet, sugar. I bet you can still answer me properly. Try again, yeah? For me? Then I'll even show you that new toy I've been working on, promise!”
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More tattoo artist sevika pls
Maybe our first date or something 👀👀👀
ur wish is my command bb
men and minors dni
so since you asked her out, you're under the impression that you'll be planning the date.
that is not the case.
once sevika's away from you (and no longer hypnotized by your presence) she snaps out of her lovesick haze and rushes to text you.
"i'm taking u out, btw."
"absolutely not, i asked u!" you text back.
"yeah because i couldn't get my brain to fuckin' work while i was looking at u. i'm taking u out. shut up about it."
and then, "ur tit pic nearly gave me an aneurysm, btw."
she picks out a quiet little restaurant with great drinks, reserves a table for you, and gets there thirty minutes early. she has two drinks before you arrive-- nervous as shit and desperate to be cool once you show up.
she's not.
you show up wearing a low cut top and skin tight pants. she chokes on her drink when she sees you.
you have to pound her back while she coughs and sputters.
she hides her face in her hands in embarrassment as you sit across from her once her breathing is under control. you laugh, endeared by how nervous she is around you.
"you're really cute." you say.
she groans. "you make me stupid with how pretty you are." she mumbles.
it's a great first date after the initial awkward bumble. sevika relaxes when she realizes you're teasing her just so she won't tease you-- because her teasing you leads to you getting so flustered you can't even look her in the eyes.
you guys have a few drinks and split a few appetizers. you take turns trying to fluster the other between asking questions about each other and getting to know one another.
your chemistry is off the charts. you've never met anyone you click with quite as quickly as you click with sevika. by the end of the night the two of you are laughing with each other like you've known each other for years.
you end up sitting at the table chatting for hours, until the restaurant closes forcing the two of you to leave. outside the restaurant, sevika awkwardly asks you if you'd like to take a walk with her. you enthusiastically agree, nowhere near ready for the night to be over.
sevika grins when you agree, and you decide to be bold and take her hand in yours. she trips over her own feet, awkwardly laughing when you help her straighten out.
"nervous?" you ask her. she hip checks you gently.
"shut up." she grumbles. you smile and stop walking. she turns around, ready to apologize, and you cut her off by pressing a kiss to her cheek. she's blushing when you pull away.
"you make me nervous too." you say, biting your lip and smiling. "good nervous, though."
"yeah." sevika says with a sparkle in her eyes. "good nervous."
the two of you walk for hours, circling the same block and talking about any and everything.
she tells you secrets she's never told anyone, you tell her practically your whole life story.
you point to her most eye catching tattoos, ask her the story behind each one, what made her choose the design.
it's only when the sky starts to get light that sevika realizes how much time has passed.
"oh fuck." sevika curses, looking down at you. "i am so sorry, i had no idea it was getting so--"
"it's okay." you cut her off. "i did. i just wanted to keep spending time with you." you watch sevika melt, her eyes getting wide and her face going soft. you giggle. "plus i got all my steps in, so that's good."
"probably enough steps for the whole week." she says.
"speaking of... are you free this weekend?" you ask. sevika grins.
"yes." she says, nodding enthusiastically.
"you gonna let me take you out this time?" you ask. she shakes her head no.
"never." she says. you roll your eyes.
"walk me to my car." you demand. sevika does.
when you get to your car-- the only one left in the parking lot besides sevika's, you turn around to hook your hands over sevika's shoulders.
"i'm really glad you asked me out." you whisper.
"i'm really glad you came to silco for your nose piercing." she says.
"i had such a good time tonight." you say.
"me too."
"sevika?" you ask, blinking up at her. her eyes are focused on your lips.
"yeah?"
"can i kiss you?" you ask. she grins.
"yeah."
she leans down as you lean up, your lips meeting in a gentle kiss. something warm and sparkly bubbles in your stomach, and in a moment you're grinning against her lips. she pulls away with a shy smile of her own, clearing her throat and scratching the back of her neck.
"text me when you get home safe." she says. you nod up at her.
"you too." you say.
sevika turns to walk to her car and you watch her go, raising your eyebrows when she stops and turns back around to stride up to you, a determined look on her face.
she scoops you up into her arms and kisses you fiercly, a ray of sun cutting through the sky to illuminate the two of you as you moan into each other. she sets you down three minutes later, much more satisfied with that kiss than the one before it, and then walks backwards all the way to her car, grinning and giggling at your flustered face the whole way.
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Bend and Break (Not Just the Rules)
Chapter 3 of 5 - Bring the Walls Down
AO3 link
CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5
Sevika x female reader
Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW
Tags: Sevika/Reader, Modern AU, College/University AU, Professor Sevika, Student Reader, Humor, Porn With Plot, Eventual Smut, Teacher-Student Relationship, a lot of this is probably super cliché and a bit silly, but I don’t give two shits cause it’s fucking hot and funny, Drinking, Masturbation, Smoking, Teasing, Size Difference, Enthusiastic Consent, Dom Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Sub Reader, Light BDSM, Impact Play, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, (yes I like the emotional whiplash of both kinks), Vaginal Fingering, Strap-Ons, Orgasm Delay, Choking, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Aftercare
Word Count: 3.8k
Summary: When a hot professor in your field of study enters your radar, you’re quick to jump at the opportunity to get closer by taking her class. Temptations eventually lead the two of you to bend and break more than just the rules.
AN: This is already in process over on AO3. Trying to catch up here.
After waking up completely sober the following day, what little regret you held for your inappropriate advances the night prior had been squashed by your determination to win your professor over. By the next class, you had already set your plan in motion to do exactly that. Not a wild approach though. You started slow, showing up in a slightly more revealing outfit than usual and your hair and makeup done a little nicer. Just a subtle change, so as to not look as obviously desperate for her recognition as you really were. Unfortunately, it appeared to have been a bit too subtle.
Professor Sevika was even more stoic than usual, not paying you a lick of attention. She wouldn’t so much as spare you a passing glance or succinct reply when you greeted her in your usual chipper tone. Hell, she even refused to call on you when you raised your hand to answer her questions or ask your own. Her eyes just conveniently passed over your head, ignoring you entirely. It was as if she’d put several walls up between the two of you since that evening you attempted to kiss her. But you were bound and determined to bring those walls down, one way or another.
You continued on like that for nearly the entire week, showing up in slightly more provocative clothing each time and paying extra care to your appearance, all for naught, seemingly unnoticed by your professor. However, by the end of the week, she had finally approached you on your way out of the classroom.
“I could use your assistance this evening if you have time,” she stated, gray eyes on yours through her glasses.
You smiled up at her sweetly, feigning innocence despite your mind racing with ideas that could easily get you into trouble. “Of course. I can always make time for you, Professor.” You adjusted your hold on the books in your arms, not-so-inconspicuously pressing your arms against the sides of your chest to push your breasts up and out more for her.
Much to your disappointment, Professor Sevika’s eyes remained unflinchingly locked on yours. “Then be here by eight.”
“Yes ma'am. I…” you trailed off as she promptly strolled past you and out of the room before you could finish.
She was either in a hurry to do something before her next class, or- as far as you were concerned- she was just trying to avoid you and your attempts to garner her attention.
She wouldn’t be able to hide from you later that night though.
You arrived on campus early to assist Professor Sevika, hoping to get some time to observe her as she finished teaching her last class. You were surprised, however, to find her leaning against the brick wall several feet off the path to the back entrance of the engineering building.
It was dark where she stood, just outside the glow of the nearest lamppost, and had it not been for her bringing a lighter to her face to light a cigarillo, you would not have even realized it was her.
You stopped in your tracks and watched her, mesmerized, as the flame danced near her mouth. It reflected off her glasses and painted her rich, brown skin in an orange glow. She hadn’t noticed you yet, her attention on the task at hand.
So that was why she smelled of warm spices and smoke.
What you would have given to smell her again, to bury your face in her neck, or her dark hair, or her chest. As your mind started to wander, you automatically changed course and headed in her direction.
It wasn’t until she’d tucked her lighter away in those tight slacks of hers that she finally took notice of your approach. Her brows raised momentarily, seemingly taken back by your sudden appearance, or maybe even feeling as if she’d been caught doing something she didn’t want you to see.
“Evening, Professor Sevika,” you greeted with a sweet smile when you came to stand at her side. You realized, now that you were close enough, that she wore a dark leather jacket over her blouse.
As if she couldn’t get any fucking hotter.
“You’re early,” she mumbled around her cigarillo.
Your gaze fell to her dark lips as they moved. “You’ve said that before,” you replied playfully, recalling she’d said the same exact thing on your first day of class.
She huffed a laugh, nostrils flaring and blowing tiny plumes of smoke from her nose.
That drew your attention away from her mouth temporarily and you watched the smoke curl and twist as it rose higher before finally disappearing completely.
“Don’t you have a class right now?” you asked. You took in a deep breath, reveling in the scent. Clearly, that was where most of her scent came from. That lovely mix of warm spices. And you realized then, there was a hint of vanilla too. Your attention dropped back to where her lips wrapped around the cigarillo.
“Test day. Ended early,” she replied bluntly. Apparently noticing how transfixed you were on her mouth, she raised a brow. “Does this bother-”
“Can I have a hit?” you interrupted without thinking, too lost in thoughts about her mouth. If she wouldn’t allow a kiss, maybe you could have something else intimately related to one.
Her brows furrowed, clearly caught off guard by your request. “You sure about that, sweetheart? This is strong.”
Keep calling me sweetheart like that and I’ll be sure about anything you want.
“Yea.”
She hesitated briefly, eyes scanning the area before finally plucking it from her mouth and passing it to you, smoke billowing from the corner of her mouth and away from you.
You barely contained your coy little smile when you smoothly let your fingers brush over hers to take the cigarillo from her. Narrowed gray eyes met yours suspiciously, but you were certain you played it cool enough to make it look arguably accidental.
“Thanks,” you said softly before bringing the wet end to your lips.
Gods, did it taste just as you expected. Very similar to how she smelled. Warm, spicy, smoky, strong, and just a tad sweet. Your eyes fluttered shut as you imagined her lips were pressed to yours instead of the brown paper of her smoke.
Alright, be cool. Don’t mess this up.
You took a long, slow drag and held it in just briefly. Unfortunately, that was where your suave move ended. Before you could even pull the cigarillo from your mouth to expel the smoke, you began coughing and sputtering as your throat burned.
Your eyes blurred as unshed tears filled them. Blindly, you managed to hand the cigarillo back to your professor while simultaneously coughing into your other arm like a fucking inexperienced idiot, which, in all honestly, you were. Whatever she was smoking packed more of a punch than you were prepared for and you were starting to wonder if it was something more than just a cigarillo. Probably needed to be considering how much she seemed to hate all her students. Except you.
When your throat and eyes finally cleared enough to regain your composure, you rather reluctantly raised your gaze to meet your professor’s. She was watching you with a raised brow and barely contained amusement, her lips curled up at one corner.
“Told you it was strong, sweetheart.”
Had anyone else spoken to you with that kind of snark, you would have had a few choice words and maybe a little something more, but coming from Professor Sevika, especially when followed up by that damn knee-weakening pet name, you’d let her have fun at your expense any day.
“Yeah. You weren’t kidding,” you laughed awkwardly and turned to glance toward the entrance, hoping to hide the way your cheeks burned hot enough that they very well could glow red.
You wrapped your arms across your chest, running your hands up and down the sides of your arms as the chilly night air raised goosebumps on your exposed skin. You were beginning to think that your plan to wear such a flimsy top and shorts was not your best idea. Though, in your defense, you hadn’t intended to spend this much time standing around outside.
“The classroom is unlocked if you want to go inside and wait,” she said quietly.
You turned back to her in surprise and realized she was watching you attempt to warm yourself. Hell if you were about to leave her though. You were finally starting to chip away at that first wall. She was acknowledging you again, even talking- albeit in her typical short and blunt manner. “Oh no. I’m alright. I’ll keep you company,” you insisted with a smile.
“Suit yourself,” she murmured before taking another drag.
The two of you stood in silence for a while. She seemed comfortable doing so, simply staring off into the distance as she slowly smoked. You, however, were terribly uncomfortable in the awkward quietness, not to mention terribly cold. At least until Professor Sevika decided to take care of that for you herself.
“Here. Take this,” she insisted, shrugging her jacket off her shoulders.
Your body stiffened, heart racing as she not only brought her jacket to you, but also draped it over your shoulders, warm fingertips subtly ghosting along your neck. Suddenly, your entire upper half was wrapped in a bone-melting warmth and your head was invaded with the potent scent of her. That warmth spread clear up your neck and across your cheeks, only this time it was not from embarrassment. You peered up at her, feeling terribly small as she stood so close to you. Her expression was unreadable, but the way she paused, for just the tiniest moment, and let her eyes meet yours, convinced you she was having conflicting thoughts.
Good.
“Thank you,” you said softly, but instantly regretted it, as that seemed to knock her out of whatever thoughts she was having and she put some distance between you again.
She gave you a short hum in response and the two of you went silent again. Despite having maybe not made the best decisions the other night, you still would have killed for at least a fraction of that liquid courage again. To ask the hundreds of questions that plagued your mind.
At least you had the comfort of her jacket wrapped around you though. And with every single breath you took, you could smell her.
By the time Professor Sevika had finished her smoke and the two of you made your way into her classroom, you were feeling a bit more confident. Maybe it was from the single hit you took, or maybe it was how relaxed, warm, and fuzzy you felt wrapped in her coat, but you immediately took to asking what she’d like you to assist with, but in a less than academically appropriate way.
“So… what can I do for you tonight?” you asked as you followed her to the desk, tone taking on more than just a hint of flirtation.
She either didn’t catch it, or chose not to acknowledge it. “You can help me by grading this homework,” she said as she took a seat and pulled out several folders from her briefcase. She handed one to you, which you took, but not without first hesitating, hoping she would spare you a glance now that you were in the light of the classroom, and notice your appearance.
You had done your hair and makeup extra nice that night and wore a very pretty top paired with cute shorts, all with the intention of catching her eye. Unfortunately, it seemed that wall remained untouched. Still, not a problem. You’d just have to make yourself more noticeable. She was bound to look at some point. So rather than taking a seat at one of the student tables, you grabbed the closest chair and pulled it up beside her desk, making sure you sat such that your exposed legs were well within her view.
She didn’t immediately notice your presence as she pulled out a thermos from her bag on the floor, but the moment she sat it on her desk, she quirked a brow at the homework you had placed beside her own pile of papers.
“Is it okay if I work here with you?” you asked with feigned innocence as you deliberately uncrossed and recrossed your legs.
Bingo!
The little flit of her gaze down to your legs and back up to your eyes was not quick enough for you to miss, nor was the way her pupils dilated behind her glasses.
Those glasses. Those fucking glasses. Both a gift to your gay little heart, and the bane of your existence. They made an already gorgeous woman that much more appealing, but they also got to sit on that beautiful face all damn day, while you could only dream of doing the same.
You broke away from her gaze to observe her nose. Another feature that only drove your mind further down the same gutter. It was on the larger side, but in the best way. Fit her face perfectly. Cute, kissable, and undeniably perfect for riding.
“Fine.”
That short reply knocked you from your thoughts, and you’d almost forgotten what you’d even asked her.
That’s right. You’d asked if you could sit with her. Would rather sit on her though.
Her tone was stoic and unreadable, so you tried to read her expression instead, only to find her turning to her bag again to retrieve a small flask that she then popped open and poured into her thermos. She side-eyed you as you watched with blatant curiosity, but she said nothing and took a long drink of the mixed liquids.
Something told you that was not just coffee or tea. And considering her other habit you learned of that night, you were pretty sure you had a good idea what it was.
“You’re drinking while working? On campus?” you asked softly, as if someone else could hear despite the fact that your professor had been the only other person you had run into in or around the building that late.
“Guess this makes us even, hm?” she asked, raising her brow in a challenge.
Your eyes went wide for a moment at that snarky comment, but then you caught how the corner of her mouth tugged into a smirk.
She was fucking teasing you!
You grinned wide at that realization. “I suppose you’re right,” you admitted with a playful lilt.
She hummed in response before handing you a red pen and starting to go through her own pile of papers.
The two of you worked in silence for a while.
Grading the homework was unfortunately incredibly boring. Almost mindless with how easy it was. Soon enough, your thoughts started wandering again. Your gaze was drawn to Professor Sevika’s lips again as she took another drink.
“So is there something in particular you fancy in your drinks?” you questioned.
Without regarding you, she hesitated, her red pen pausing in its marking. You thought for a moment she would simply brush off your question. It wasn’t really appropriate between a teacher and their student. But then again, you were pretty sure nothing going through either of your heads would be deemed ‘appropriate’.
“Whiskey. With vanilla.”
Vanilla.
That was the second time that night you’d noted she liked vanilla, so you programmed that useful tidbit into the memory banks for later use.
“Sounds delicious,” you murmured, gaze locked on her lips as she brought the thermos to her mouth again.
“I suppose you want to try this too,” she asked. Though her tone was impassive, her tiny lopsided grin said she was amused.
“Please?”
To your surprise- and delight- she passed the container to you without further question. You took the opportunity to turn the simple task of tasting it into a scene, complete with licking your lips before pressing the rim against the pout of them, your eyes fluttering closed, and releasing a low, soft, and very suggestive moan as you took a sip. It burned your throat much like the cigarillo had, but at least you had managed to take it smoothly, without so much as a flinch.
The theatrics ended up pleasantly worth it, because as you opened your eyes, you found a pair of intense, stormy gray eyes locked on yours. She said nothing, but she didn’t have to. You could see the desire. The way her eyes narrowed, her nostrils flared, and her grip on the pen threatened to snap it in two. Hell, you swear you could even feel it. The tension in the air was palpable. And gods did you want to just have her bend you over the desk and fuck you right there.
“Delicious indeed,” you said in a sultry tone when you finally handed the drink back to her.
She said nothing, took the drink, and returned to grading her pile of papers, but you saw how she damn near tore through the sheets with how hard she dragged her pen across them.
Just as planned.
The two of you worked through the remainder of the papers quietly again, but this time you were more than comfortable just sitting there thinking about your tiny victories, and your assured future ones. Not to mention sneaking quick little inhales of her coat collar.
If she tastes even half as good as she smells...
When it finally came time to leave that night, you were tempted to ask if you could keep her jacket, but opted to accept what progress you'd made that night and just hand it back. Though not without first working a bit more of your charm.
At the door to the classroom, you turned to Professor Sevika with a saccharine smile. “Thank you for letting me borrow your jacket. That was very kind of you.”
Though she did not offer you a reply, you were certain it was only because she didn’t trust herself to speak without giving away the desire that burned beneath that hard exterior.
“May I?” you asked as you slipped the jacket off and held it up to her, offering to help her put it on.
She hesitated, eyeing you suspiciously, but eventually gave in and turned to allow your assistance.
You had to stretch on your tiptoes to get the jacket clear up to her shoulders, but it worked in your favor. As you lowered yourself, you let your hands drag down along her arms for 'stability', reveling at the feeling of all that muscle beneath. Temptation nearly had you squeezing her bulging biceps, but you managed to reign yourself in, keeping your intentional touches less... obvious.
She slowly turned to face you again, and you could have sworn that even behind those glasses you could see the hunger in her eyes.
“Goodnight, Professor,” you said, tone honeyed and suggestive. You didn’t give her a chance to reply, knowing full well she wouldn’t anyway, and strode out the door wearing a broad smile.
You showed up to class the following evening early as usual, but instead of donning your typical attire, you strode in wearing a snug tank top and tiny shorts that left very little to the imagination.
Much to your chagrin, Professor Sevika did not immediately take notice, even as you made sure to make enough noise to announce your presence. So you took your time getting to your seat and greeted her as you always did.
“Evening, Professor Sevika.”
Nothing. Not so much as a glance. Not even one of her typical murmured single-word replies or hums of acknowledgment. Apparently she had put that damn wall back up. Maybe simply because she was in the presence of others, but no matter. It wouldn’t be a problem. You came prepared with a backup plan.
The moment one of your male classmates took his seat at the opposite end of your table, you sauntered over, face adorned with a flirty smile. He didn’t seem to sense you coming, his attention on his phone until you leaned the backs of your exposed thighs against the table beside him.
His eyes flit from the pair of legs that entered his periphery to your face, his expression twisted in confusion.
“Hey…” you trailed off for a moment, realizing you had no fucking clue what this guy's name even was, “...you. How are you?”
He shifted nervously in his chair and his gaze dropped back to his phone. “Oh. Uh- fine. I guess.”
How… interesting.
You internally rolled your eyes at his boring response and glanced over your shoulder toward your professor, who, unfortunately, was still far too interested in whatever she had going on her laptop. You turned your attention back on your classmate and hoisted yourself up onto the edge of the table. Your leg brushed alongside his arm- intentionally. That garnered a similar reaction from both of you, only for entirely different reasons. He shivered, seemingly in excitement at the contact, while you shivered in disgust. It would be worth it though, you reminded yourself. Professor Sevika had to notice at some point. She'd have to see how close you were to him. How excited he was. How flirty you were. The contact.
“So how are you liking your courses so far this semester?” you asked, still feigning a tone of interest. You really couldn’t give two shits about this boy, but neither he nor your professor needed to know that.
“It’s- it’s nice. Real nice,” he stammered, his throat bobbing when his gaze fell on the point where his arm touched your leg.
Good god, why did you have to pick this dweeb to pull this on? You released a flirty laugh, ignoring how confused he looked at your reaction. It wasn’t even for him. Another glance over your shoulder and you finally caught her.
Professor Sevika’s gray eyes fell on you and your classmate, but only for the briefest moment before she slowly shook her head and returned to her work. It wasn’t quite what you were hoping for. You wanted her to make eye contact with you, but that would have to wait for another day, as the rest of the class started filing in.
“Well, let me know if you ever need any help studying,” you said loudly with a fake smile before pushing yourself off the table and making your way to your seat.
And that was how much of the remaining semester went with Professor Sevika. It was a bit like a game of tug of war, or more like who can break or rebuild faster. You’d make some progress when meeting as her assistant, slowly chipping away at those stony walls of hers, only for her to put them right back up during the following class. But with each passing evening you spent alone with her, you could feel the increasing tension. Like her resolve was ever so slowly breaking. And even during class, when she’d catch you blatantly flirting with your fellow student, you knew behind that look of mock disgust and disappointment, that she was feeling the heat of jealousy, of the desire to claim you. It was just a matter of time before you would completely bring the walls down.
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All I Want for Christmas Is You
Chapter 1 of 6 - Decorating With Sevika
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CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5 || CH6
Sevika x female reader
Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+, NSFW
Tags: Sevika/Reader, AU - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Lesbian Sex, Cunnilingus, Teasing, Humor, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Delay (nothing extreme), Begging, Strap-Ons, Face-Sitting, Corny & Cheesy Dialogue, kinda sappy
Word Count: 2.7k
Fic Summary: It’s your first year spending the holidays with Sevika, and though the two of you couldn’t be any different in your level of holiday spirit or view of the traditions that come with it, your shared adoration (and sexual attraction) for each other is more than enough to get both of you through it together.
A collection of little holiday-inspired scenes, technically chronological, but really could be read in any order or as stand-alone oneshots. Includes a nice blend of sugar (fluff) and spice (smut).
Chapter Summary: Being a holiday enthusiast, you spend the day decorating the home you share with Sevika. However, your less enthused scrooge of a girlfriend has other ideas.
(A small dose of smut.)
AN: Another fic already complete on AO3 that I'm bringing to Tumblr. Guess it's Xmas in April. 🤷♀️
Despite standing on your tiptoes on a small stepladder, you still can’t quite reach the top of the Christmas tree to place the sparkling gold star. After spending the entirety of your morning decorating your home, putting up the massive tree -including strings of lights, shiny baubles, sparkly tinsel and garland- and doing so by yourself , you find your holiday spirit starting to crack. Your grumpy- albeit gorgeous and perfect in nearly every other way- scrooge of a girlfriend had outright refused to partake in any of your festive decorating. Instead, she had chosen to spend her day making repairs and improvements to her Shimmer fueled arm, claiming it was necessary that she be ready for something Silco had planned days from now. So now here you are, feeling utterly exhausted -not to mention lonely- and at your wits end.
With a frustrated sigh of defeat, you climb down the ladder. Grumbling under your breath, you make your way to the kitchen where Sevika sits at your small dining table. Parts, tools, and cleaning supplies litter the table, alongside a small glass that had- at one point during the day- presumably contained whiskey.
A cigarillo hangs from the corner of Sevika’s mouth. Her attention is focused on her arm as she tightens a tiny screw near her wrist, not taking notice of your presence at her side.
You plant your hands on your hips and start tapping your foot impatiently. When that still doesn’t get her attention, you clear your throat with an exaggerated, “Ahem.” You do, in fact, gain her attention, but not in the manner you’d intended.
She turns to regard you. Her eyes travel up the length of the tiny little elf dress and hat you’re donning, silly pointy ears and all. Removing the cigarillo from between her lips, she blows a plume of smoke from the corner of her mouth before dryly asking, “What the hell are you wearing?”
“I’m an elf,” you point out matter-of-factly. You grab the hem of your short skirt and do what you would consider to be a cute little shimmy.
“You’re disgustingly cute, you know that?” she chuckles and shakes her head before tapping the ash from her cigarillo into a small tray.
"But I am cute, right?" you ask, cocking your head to the side and flashing her a sweet smile. When she merely quirks a single brow, your smile turns down into a disappointed pout, hands returning to your hips.
Sevika, however, seems amused by this, given how her lips curl into a tiny smirk. She sets her small cigar down in the ashtray and shifts in her chair to face you. “Come here,” she says in a deep, teasing voice. Her hands snake around your waist to pull you down onto one of her spread thighs.
Placing your hands on her shoulders, your attempt to uphold your frown falters when she takes your chin in her human hand, gently forcing you to look at her crooked little grin, the one that makes you weak in the knees every time. When she pulls your face closer to hers and leans in for what you assume to be a kiss, your walls- a façade of disappointment- crumble completely. Eyes fluttering shut, you feel her soft lips graze along yours before passing them entirely and pressing against your ear.
“You know I love the way you look, babygirl," she purrs.
Her raspy voice, those words, the pet name… It all sends shivers down your spine. When she pulls away and releases your chin, you can’t hide the playful smile her compliment brings to your face.
“You know,” you start slowly, absentmindedly dragging the tip of your index finger down the center of her chest, “with me sitting on your lap like this, you’d make a real sexy Santa with a little red and white hat on your head.”
“Not gonna happen.” Though she’s denying your request, she keeps that sexy grin of hers in place.
“You wouldn’t wear it even for me?” you ask, doe eyes and pouty lips out to hopefully convince her otherwise. “I’ve been such a good girl this year.”
Lips curling just the tiniest bit higher, she lets her hands wander to your hips. She pulls you closer and drags you across the top of her thigh.
Biting your bottom lip does nothing to withhold the soft moan that motion withdraws.
She raises that damn brow again, but this time with one of her cocky little taunting looks, releasing a short chuckle. “You and I both know you’ve been a very… naughty… girl,” she replies, accentuating each word with a bounce of her leg and tug of your hips.
Nails digging into her shoulders, it takes every ounce of will power to ignore how your body aches for her, to focus on what you came to her for in the first place. Just when you think you’ve got your head clear enough, she gives your hips one final tug, closing the gap between your bodies, her delightfully soft and warm chest pressing into yours. “Sevika,” you whine pathetically and try to lean in to steal a kiss, only for her to move her head to the side of yours.
“Did you need something?” she asks, a deep hum resonating from her chest as she runs her nose along the edge of your ear.
Even though in the back of your mind you know she’s just trying to distract you from whatever you came to her for, you still can’t break free from the spell she’s put you under. It’s clear to you that she knows exactly what she’s doing. “You. I need you,” you mewl, grinding against her thigh and pressing open mouth kisses down the side of her neck.
“You can have me. I just need you to be patient. I’m almost done,” she replies, pulling back and putting a stop to your advances.
Pout back in place, you relent with an exaggerated sigh and stand, but when you turn to leave, the sudden smack or her human hand against your partially exposed ass makes you yelp. Beyond flustered with how turned on she got you, only to turn you away and then smack your ass, you shoot her a glare over your shoulder as you walk away. It’s pointless though, as it always is, since it only serves to make that cocky grin of hers grow wider.
Back in the living room, you realize that not only did she distract you to the point of completely forgetting to ask -or, rather, demand- what you had initially gone to her for, but also that your underwear is now uncomfortably damp with arousal. Rather than changing into a new pair, you decide to simply toss the old pair in the laundry, opting to go commando and use that to your advantage later, when you exact some revenge.
Back up the step ladder, you take one last shot at putting up the wretched star on your own. This time, you place one foot on the handle several inches above the last step and it seems to give you just enough reach to get it up there. The sound of something moving behind you catches your attention and you glance over your shoulder to find Sevika leaning against the wall that separates the kitchen and living room.
“You’re done?” you ask, straining to keep your balance as you turn back to the tree and attempt to straighten the star.
She hums an affirmative.
“How’s it look?” you ask, unable to really tell from how close you are and at such an odd angle.
“Needy.”
Brows pinching together in confusion, you take a moment to process that statement before asking, “What?!”
“Tempting.”
Okay. You’re certain you heard her right this time. And there is definitely nothing needy or tempting about the damn star on the top of the tree. Turning your head, you glance down at her from over your shoulder again as she approaches you. You’re about to ask her to clarify what the hell she’s talking about; however, your mouth hangs silently open when you catch her heated gaze focused on the apex of your thighs.
Oh. That.
“That’s not what I meant,” you chastise her, but there’s no hiding the way your face flushes under her hungry gaze. Arousal blooms low in your belly.
She steps closer, ignoring your statement entirely, instead running her hands slowly up the back of your bare calves.
“What are you doing?” you demand, but your voice shakes as her contrasting cool metal and warm flesh fingers snake higher up over the backs of your thighs.
“Just making sure you don’t fall,” she says in a low, sultry tone, a wicked smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes remain glued on the sight beneath your skirt and her hands climb even higher until they reach your ass. Gripping a cheek in each hand, her thumbs slip between your thighs, forcing them to spread wider.
“S-Sevika!” you whine, legs trembling as her digits dip dangerously close to your now visibly wet slit. “You- You’re going to make me fall!” And as she steps even closer, the realization dawns on you that her head is at the perfect height to-
“Bend over for me, sweetheart,” she purrs.
“W-what?” you stammer, knowing there’s absolutely no way you could keep your balance up on that ladder if she starts putting her mouth on you like you know she plans to do.
“Isn’t this what you wanted earlier?,” she asks, human thumb swiping just over your entrance and drawing a shaky moan from your parted lips. Stormy gray eyes flit up to yours, making sure you’re watching as she licks your arousal from the pad of her thumb.
“Not while I’m on a ladder!” you manage to choke out despite your mind scrambling at the sight of her eyeing you so… hungrily .
“I won’t let you fall,” she assures you. Though she says it gently- without malice- it’s clear that this is not open for debate.
So, you obediently bend over, placing both hands on the handle of the step ladder on either side of the foot still resting there, leaving you fully on display for her. Unable to allow her to watch your face, you turn your head away from her. You catch your bottom lip beneath between your teeth, preparing yourself for what will certainly be your undoing, albeit a pleasurable one. Your other leg remains flat on the top step of the ladder, but as you feel the chill of her gently blowing across your wet entrance, that knee threatens to buckle.
“Sevika, please” you whine when she teases you further, slowly dragging her tongue up along the inside of one thigh, then the other. The short, raspy laugh that pulls from her chest sends another rush of air over your skin. You instinctively clench around nothing. You're aching for her -any part of her- to be inside of you. When her hands -which are still firmly gripping your ass- spread you wider, you can feel the blush in your face spread down your neck. The knowledge of how vulnerable and exposed you are for her right now only makes you wetter, but her sweet torture doesn't end there.
“You really should wear this little number more often,” she husks. Her lips ghost along the soft, round flesh of one of your cheeks before suddenly being replaced by her teeth in a delightfully hard bite.
The squeal that leaves your throat dies quickly as you suck in a breath when your body lurches forward and you nearly topple over into the tree, but Sevika’s grip on your ass tightens hard enough to keep you in stable -which is certain to leave marks to match those left by her teeth. “Sevika!” you scold, but it only earns you another low chuckle.
She waits until you’re steady before relaxing her grip. Then, she traces over the bite marks with the tip of her tongue.
Her mouth hovers a mere hairsbreadth away from where you need her most, warm breath fanning over your sensitive flesh. You know she’s intentionally waiting as long as she can, getting off on the torture it brings you. The anticipation has every muscle in your body tensing. Your toes curl against the step, and your fingers wrap tightly around the handle of the stepladder. You squeeze your eyes shut. You’re at her mercy- waiting, aching, and wanting.
The moment her tongue makes its first drag through your folds all the breath in your lungs escapes through your parted lips a long, drawn out moan. The low hum of approval that resonates from behind you is almost just as pleasure inducing as the second slide of her tongue that follows shortly after. It takes every ounce of your willpower not to push back into her face as she continues to lazily lap at the gradually building wetness between your folds.
“God, yes,” you groan when she wraps those plush lips of hers around the hood of your clit.
Then she gently flicks it with the tip of her tongue and any remaining strength you had is gone in an instant.
“Fuck!” you cry out when your leg finally buckles at the overwhelming pleasure that shocks your system.
Miraculously, Sevika manages to catch you, her hands slipping beneath your shoulders to keep you upright. She quickly -albeit carefully- turns you to face her, and your legs instinctively wrap around her waist. Swiftly carrying you to the couch, she drops you down on one end rather unceremoniously before swatting at your silly festive hat and knocking it onto the floor.
“Sevik- aaah” your complaint dissolves into a moan the instant she’s kneeling between your legs and shoving your thighs up and apart, soft lips back in place around your cunt and tongue already working blissfully firm circles around your clit. Your hands immediately thread into her hair, grabbing fistfuls as she quickly works you towards your climax. You writhe uncontrollably as the familiar burning sensation grows deep in your belly. Using the leverage of your heels against the couch and your grip on her hair you grind against her face. You can feel her metal and flesh fingers digging into your thighs as she tries to halt your movements. The intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure only drives you closer to orgasm, only makes you more desperate for release. “I’m so close, Sevika!” you cry out, thrusting up into her face in earnest.
And then she growls.
The sound reverberates through your tight bundle of nerves, straight to your core. You throw your head back, arch your back, and dig your nails into Sevika’s scalp as pleasure courses through your body. Through the loud thrumming of blood in your ears, you swear you catch the sound of Sevika releasing a long, wanton moan from between your spasming thighs, apparently equally satisfied with her work.
As the last wave of your orgasm washes over you, you finally collapse against the couch. Your hands slip from Sevika’s hair to lie limp at your sides. With each deep breath you take, your chest rises and falls. You blink blearily as Sevika rises from between your legs. She braces her hands against the couch cushions, one on either side of your shoulders, and gazes down at your fucked out face. Her mouth is coated in your release, and as your eyes come further into focus, you realize her pupils are blown wide and fixed on your slack mouth.
You try to speak, but her lips encase yours in a passionate kiss. Her tongue delves inside your mouth, rolling aggressively around your own. The taste of your own slick fills your mouth and you can't help but moan. You can already feel arousal building up in your core again. But, before you can recover enough to return the kiss, she pulls away.
“My turn to decorate you ,” she purrs, the corner of her mouth pulling up into a smirk.
It takes a moment for those words to register in your post orgasm state of bliss, but even as they do, you’re clueless as to what the hell she’s talking about.
That is, until she rises on her knees and starts to undo her belt buckle.
Oh.
Oh!
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