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♥︎ Perv Sevika who found you on a room share app, you were offering to rent out the other room in your apartment to help spread the cost. Your innocent face was what initially pulled her in.

♥︎ Perv Sevika who moved in a week later and holy fuck you were perfect. Short and tiny with curves for days. And you insisted on wearing dresses and skirts. Always. And damn did she love the view everytime you bent over to grab something, the first time Sevika got caught staring she played it off. "We're both women, ain't nothing I haven't seen before." And somehow that worked, so now your naive self just bent over whenever, wherever.

♥︎ Perv Sevika who always offered to do the laundry, and you let her. She was so helpful!

And that's how Sevika successfully managed to steal 5 different pairs of panties, all lace. Some were pink, some were white, and there was one red pair. And of course she stole them before they went into wash.

When you asked her where all your panties were she just shrugged and told you that all the laundry of yours from the basket was already in your bedroom, leaving out the fact that she had 5 pairs of your panties in her bedside draw, ready to get off with them pressed to her nose.

♥︎ Perv Sevika who touched herself every night using your panties, whether she held them to her face and huffed and sniffed them while her fingers slid in and out of her soaked cunt, or she rubbed the actual panties on her clit and she humped her own hand- as long as it had the scent of you it was good enough.

♥︎ Perv Sevika who intentionally broke the lock on the bathroom door so that she could peek on you showering.

Once you noticed the lock was broken you had mentioned to Sevika that you would calla locksmith, but Sevika told you not to waste the money and that she could fix it. Which she could, but she kept on putting it off so she could open the door slightly when you were showering.

Everytime you asked her when she was going to fix it she assured you she would do it this weekend- she'd been saying that for weeks.

♥︎ Perv Sevika who orgasmed in her own pants one day when she was watching you showering, she hadn't even touched herself directly.

You were showering as normal, and as you were washing, you put your leg up onto the edge of the tub to shave between your legs. And Sevika had a clear view of your pussy, wet and dripping with water as you spread it open, touching yourself indirectly to shave.

And Sevika hadn't even realised she was humping the door frame until she felt the wetness gush into her panties and she dashed back to her room, grabbing a pair of your panties from her drawer and getting off again.

♥︎ Perv Sevika who started getting bold after a few months. She'd never seen you with any man or woman, you never brought anyone home. And when she asked you about it... you opened up and confessed you were a virgin and had never been in a relationship.

And Sevika almost groaned audibly at the confession. It was way too good to be true.

Now she knew you were single and more... easily manipulated, she took advantage of it. When watching a movie together she would runn her hand up and down your thigh, getting closer and closer to your panties each time.

She brought you some clothes for your birthday that you would need her help to get into. Dresses with the zips on the back, a pair of heels with far too many buckles for one person. And yes, when she knelt down to help buckle your shoes she couldn't help but steal quick peeks up your skirt to see which panties you were wearing that day.

♥︎ Perv Sevika who won the fucking jackpot without having to anything.

The day you came to her and asked her how to use your new vibrator she thought it was dream, it was too good to be true, but she helped you. Of course she did.

"Okay lie back doll... let your legs fall open comfortably." She sat at the foot of the bed as you lay down, bare from the waist down. And god you were as gorgeous up close.

As you let your legs fall open Sevika felt her mouth go dry, you were so wet, your folds red and puffy, clit peeking out through your folds and you hole was clenching around nothing under her gaze. "Is... is something wrong? Does.. does it look weird?"

You go to close your legs and before you could her hands push them back open. "No. God no doll it's... fuck you're pretty. So fucking pretty down here..." and in her trance she forgot why you were spread open and she ran her fingers through your folds, dipping into your hole to drag your wetness upto your clit.

"Sevika I- uhm why are you d-doing that oh!-" your back arches as she thumbs your clit, rubbing it in slow, tight circles. Sevika closes her eyes and tries to hold back but your pathetic, cute little moans were making it extremely difficult. "Before you use your toy, you gotta work yourself up like this yeah?"

She grits out between clenched teeth, comign up with the most ridiculous excuse for her failing self control. "O-okay I- will you show me... oh god how to use this t-too?" You pass her the vibrator. A small wand, handbag sized.

"Of course baby." She unclenches her jaw and clicks the button, the vibrator buzzing to life. She finds a mode that wasn't too intense and gently presses the toy to your clit, reveling in the way your back arches and how your hands fist into the sheets. "That's... wow oh my-"

You moan again, your hips involuntarily gridning on the toy. "Good girl, just like that. You're a natrual baby. Doin' so good." Sevika's free hand was on in a fist on her lap as she held back from touching you.

"Sevikaaa! Need m-more..." you cry out, looking at her with glossy eyes.

That broke her self restraint. You moaning her name in that needy, whiney voice.

"Shhh I got you baby." She shushes you as she slips one finger into your sopping, drippy hole. You clench at the sudden intrusion but slowly relax as she circles the vibrator on your clit and starts working you open with her finger. "That's it baby, taking this finger like a champ." She groans as you grind down, seeking more.

So she adds a second finger, stretching you open on her digits. "Vika... oh it feels like I'm gonna pee you gotta stop!" You whine when she laughs, curling her fingers up and making you gasp with pleasure.

"You ain't gonna pee doll, that's your orgasm. Just let it go yeah? Let yourself feel it. I promise you won't pee. And even if you do, that's fucking hot." She smirk and keeps pumping her fingers in your tight, virgin cunt, pushing the resistance but keeping the same pace.

Her words soothe the anxiety and you relax, letting yourself feel the pleasure, and the pressure swirling around your tummy and base of your spine grew tighter and tighter until it snapped. "Nghh!! Oh my god Sevika!!" Your body twitches, hips bucking widly as your first orgasm of your life washes over you.

Sevika works you through it, ignoring the wetness pooling in her own pants as she fucked you through it. "Such a good girl. There you go baby..."

As you come down Sevika pulls her fingers out and sucks them clean, groaning at the taste as she turns off the toy. "Did you just?.." your blush at the thought of Sevima tasting your juices.

"You're fucking delicious. And- just so we're clear, you're mine now doll. This pussy? It's fucking mine."

Not only did she hit the jackpot. When you dumbly nodded, agreeing with her in your post orgasmic bliss, you just signed yourself up to be the victim of every perverted fantasy she had.

♥︎ Perv Sevika who found you on a room share app, you were offering to rent out the other room in your apartment to help spread the cost. Your innocent face was what initially pulled her in.

♥︎ Perv Sevika who moved in a week later and holy fuck you were perfect. Short and tiny with curves for days. And you insisted on wearing dresses and skirts. Always. And damn did she love the view everytime you bent over to grab something, the first time Sevika got caught staring she played it off. "We're both women, ain't nothing I haven't seen before." And somehow that worked, so now your naive self just bent over whenever, wherever.

♥︎ Perv Sevika who always offered to do the laundry, and you let her. She was so helpful!

And that's how Sevika successfully managed to steal 5 different pairs of panties, all lace. Some were pink, some were white, and there was one red pair. And of course she stole them before they went into wash.

When you asked her where all your panties were she just shrugged and told you that all the laundry of yours from the basket was already in your bedroom, leaving out the fact that she had 5 pairs of your panties in her bedside draw, ready to get off with them pressed to her nose.

♥︎ Perv Sevika who touched herself every night using your panties, whether she held them to her face and huffed and sniffed them while her fingers slid in and out of her soaked cunt, or she rubbed the actual panties on her clit and she humped her own hand- as long as it had the scent of you it was good enough.

♥︎ Perv Sevika who intentionally broke the lock on the bathroom door so that she could peek on you showering.

Once you noticed the lock was broken you had mentioned to Sevika that you would calla locksmith, but Sevika told you not to waste the money and that she could fix it. Which she could, but she kept on putting it off so she could open the door slightly when you were showering.

Everytime you asked her when she was going to fix it she assured you she would do it this weekend- she'd been saying that for weeks.

♥︎ Perv Sevika who orgasmed in her own pants one day when she was watching you showering, she hadn't even touched herself directly.

You were showering as normal, and as you were washing, you put your leg up onto the edge of the tub to shave between your legs. And Sevika had a clear view of your pussy, wet and dripping with water as you spread it open, touching yourself indirectly to shave.

And Sevika hadn't even realised she was humping the door frame until she felt the wetness gush into her panties and she dashed back to her room, grabbing a pair of your panties from her drawer and getting off again.

♥︎ Perv Sevika who started getting bold after a few months. She'd never seen you with any man or woman, you never brought anyone home. And when she asked you about it... you opened up and confessed you were a virgin and had never been in a relationship.

And Sevika almost groaned audibly at the confession. It was way too good to be true.

Now she knew you were single and more... easily manipulated, she took advantage of it. When watching a movie together she would runn her hand up and down your thigh, getting closer and closer to your panties each time.

She brought you some clothes for your birthday that you would need her help to get into. Dresses with the zips on the back, a pair of heels with far too many buckles for one person. And yes, when she knelt down to help buckle your shoes she couldn't help but steal quick peeks up your skirt to see which panties you were wearing that day.

♥︎ Perv Sevika who won the fucking jackpot without having to anything.

The day you came to her and asked her how to use your new vibrator she thought it was dream, it was too good to be true, but she helped you. Of course she did.

"Okay lie back doll... let your legs fall open comfortably." She sat at the foot of the bed as you lay down, bare from the waist down. And god you were as gorgeous up close.

As you let your legs fall open Sevika felt her mouth go dry, you were so wet, your folds red and puffy, clit peeking out through your folds and you hole was clenching around nothing under her gaze. "Is... is something wrong? Does.. does it look weird?"

You go to close your legs and before you could her hands push them back open. "No. God no doll it's... fuck you're pretty. So fucking pretty down here..." and in her trance she forgot why you were spread open and she ran her fingers through your folds, dipping into your hole to drag your wetness upto your clit.

"Sevika I- uhm why are you d-doing that oh!-" your back arches as she thumbs your clit, rubbing it in slow, tight circles. Sevika closes her eyes and tries to hold back but your pathetic, cute little moans were making it extremely difficult. "Before you use your toy, you gotta work yourself up like this yeah?"

She grits out between clenched teeth, comign up with the most ridiculous excuse for her failing self control. "O-okay I- will you show me... oh god how to use this t-too?" You pass her the vibrator. A small wand, handbag sized.

"Of course baby." She unclenches her jaw and clicks the button, the vibrator buzzing to life. She finds a mode that wasn't too intense and gently presses the toy to your clit, reveling in the way your back arches and how your hands fist into the sheets. "That's... wow oh my-"

You moan again, your hips involuntarily gridning on the toy. "Good girl, just like that. You're a natrual baby. Doin' so good." Sevika's free hand was on in a fist on her lap as she held back from touching you.

"Sevikaaa! Need m-more..." you cry out, looking at her with glossy eyes.

That broke her self restraint. You moaning her name in that needy, whiney voice.

"Shhh I got you baby." She shushes you as she slips one finger into your sopping, drippy hole. You clench at the sudden intrusion but slowly relax as she circles the vibrator on your clit and starts working you open with her finger. "That's it baby, taking this finger like a champ." She groans as you grind down, seeking more.

So she adds a second finger, stretching you open on her digits. "Vika... oh it feels like I'm gonna pee you gotta stop!" You whine when she laughs, curling her fingers up and making you gasp with pleasure.

"You ain't gonna pee doll, that's your orgasm. Just let it go yeah? Let yourself feel it. I promise you won't pee. And even if you do, that's fucking hot." She smirk and keeps pumping her fingers in your tight, virgin cunt, pushing the resistance but keeping the same pace.

Her words soothe the anxiety and you relax, letting yourself feel the pleasure, and the pressure swirling around your tummy and base of your spine grew tighter and tighter until it snapped. "Nghh!! Oh my god Sevika!!" Your body twitches, hips bucking widly as your first orgasm of your life washes over you.

Sevika works you through it, ignoring the wetness pooling in her own pants as she fucked you through it. "Such a good girl. There you go baby..."

As you come down Sevika pulls her fingers out and sucks them clean, groaning at the taste as she turns off the toy. "Did you just?.." your blush at the thought of Sevima tasting your juices.

"You're fucking delicious. And- just so we're clear, you're mine now doll. This pussy? It's fucking mine."

Not only did she hit the jackpot. When you dumbly nodded, agreeing with her in your post orgasmic bliss, you just signed yourself up to be the victim of every perverted fantasy she had.

years as a woman of the cloth had taught ellie a discipline she was proud of. a discipline she’d built from seminary when she was younger, through years of the cassock and collar. sure celibacy could be a bitch, but she distracted herself with the church, with her sermons and building a community.

and so when ellie was transferred parishes and she met you? ellie thought she’d be fine. she had yearsss of experience of resisting pretty girls.

but god, you were just so fucking sweet. those pretty white dresses you wore to her sunday services, the way you crossed your legs at the ankle in the confession booth, that soft dimpled smile you always gave her when you came up for communion. it was starting to happen more often than not that she’d have to slip into the sacristy after a service, head in her hands while she waited for her breathing to slow.

ellie had only been at the parish for a few months when you oh-so-sweetly offered to help around the place, it had fallen into disrepair in the last reverend’s hands, he was too old to take care of it.

you slipped past the heavy wooden doors of the church, the heels of your mary janes clicking gently on the old stone as you approached the altar steps. ellie was knelt, head pressed to marble, murmuring in prayer with a rosary clenched between her fists.

‘uhm… reverend?’ you asked softly, brows furrowing as you clasped your hands in front of you, ‘am i interrupting?’

ellie jumped at the sound of your voice, sweet and syrup thick, almost sending the rosary clattering to the stone before she straightened. ‘of course not, lamb.’ her smile was strained as she crossed herself, muttering something under her breath about ‘remembering the serpent.’

you and ellie worked in silence together most of the day, and her priest’s collar started to feel too fucking tight when you bent to help her lift a new kneeler into the pew, exposing miles of supple thigh and the peak of a lacy white thong. ellie almost dropped the fucking thing.

‘reverend?’ you asked softly, head down as you helped polish the silverware used in service, ‘can i talk to you about something?’

‘do you want to confess or just talk?’ ellie murmured, eyes unreadable as they flicked up to yours, rearranging the surface of the altar.

‘just talk.’ you bit your lip as you watched her, cheeks pinking as you looked away. ‘i was wondering… uhm, about your sermon on temptation the other day?’

ellie stilled enough for it to be noticeable, scarred hands flat against marble. ‘what about it, lamb?’

‘well…’ you started, not quite meeting her eyes as you polished the communion cup. ‘why would He allow us temptation, if we’re supposed to follow in his footsteps? couldn’t he just… stop it?’ you chewed on the inside of your cheek, fingers trembling slightly.

‘don’t let any of the rest of the congregation hear you say that.’ ellie couldn’t help but laugh, the sound rough and low as she leant her hip next to you against the altar. she was thinking the exact same fucking thing these days. ‘God lets us face temptation on our own to make us better people, to let us make our own good choices.’ the words felt bitter on her tongue.

you wrinkled your nose, the cross between your collarbones swinging as you leant forward to set the cup down. ‘…and you, reverend? do you face temptation a lot?’

ellie laughed again, short, sharp, almost a bark. ‘you have no idea, angel.’ she murmured, auburn hair slipping into her eyes as she dipped her head, eyes catching on the rosary tucked into her belt. she’d discarded the cassock today for a black shirt with dark jeans, sleeves rolled up to expose lean forearms, green eyes flashing with something unreadable as she stepped closer.

‘…have you, lamb? is that why you’re asking?’ she murmured, fingers just skimming your hip as she leant past you to adjust the ancient bible rested on the altar.

you turned pink, and god she would’ve fallen at your feet in that moment. you nodded shyly, that perfect bottom lip drawn between your teeth. ‘all the time, father. it’s… bad at the minute, i just… i want.’

ellie exhaled slow through her nose, gently crowding you back against the altar, one hand gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. ‘and have you acted on these temptations?’

you shook your head, no, and she brushed her thumb over your cheekbone. vows be fucking damned, you looked like an angel right now, all doe eyes and flushed cheeks.

something in ellie snapped at that, something dark and hungry and corrupt. and so she leant in, strong forearms sliding around your waist as her mouth slanted over yours. her lips were rough, chapped, but she moved like she had all the time in the world, slow and languid. you made a little noise of surprise, before you were melting into it, arms winding tentatively around her neck. her tongue brushed against yours, tasting the sweetness of your cherry chapstick. and all thoughts of god were out the window.

ellie’s head dipped to your throat, leaving you panting and squirming as she peppered kisses down the soft skin, firm hands kneading at your hips.

‘forgive me father, for i am about to sin.’ she muttered against your pulse, before sinking her teeth in. you yelped, pain-pleasure sending sparks up your spine as you shuddered beneath her, manicured nails digging into her shoulders.

‘watch those pretty claws, angel.’ she murmured, hands sliding beneath your thighs to hoist you up to sit on the altar. ellie stepped back just to look at you for a moment, and her breath caught in her throat.

you were a vision like this, polka dot dress rumpled, lips swollen and pupils blown wide, all flushed and squirming. ‘reverend?’ you asked, breathless, ‘is everything alright?’

‘fucking peachy, lamb.’ she smiled absently, hands flexing at her sides as she moved closer. ellie untucked the rosary from her belt, winding it slow around your wrists as her lips pressed to your temple. ‘be good, angel. stay still, can you do that?’

at your frantic nod, she sank to her knees right in front of the altar. her strong hands pushed your thighs apart, kneading at the meat of them as she was greeted by the sight of soaked lace panties. you were a fucking vision. she dragged them down slow, dealing a gentle slap to your thigh when you made a noise of protest at the cold air. ‘quiet, lamb. we’re in God’s house. you want Him to hear?’ the fucking sacrilege.

ellie kept your thighs pinned open as she gently pushed you down to lay properly against the altar, your hands clasped in front of you beneath the rosary, giving her the perfect view between your legs. ‘that’s it, love. i’m just gonna have a look first, yeah?’

‘yes, reverend.’ you breathed, legs parting for her as your chest heaved, tits almost spilling out of your dress.

she took her time, parting your folds with long fingers, running the tips gently through your slick, watching the way you clenched around nothing with a satisfied little noise. she dipped her forefinger past your entrance, laughing at the breathy noise it pulled from your lips. ‘so tight, angel. such a perfect girl.’ she murmured, spreading you wider with her thumb to watch the way your perfect cunt swallowed her finger.

‘father, please.’ you panted, and ellie straightened up with a soft tutting sound, slapping your thigh harder this time. ‘did i say you could beg?’

you whimpered quietly, shaking your head as you squirmed, a red mark blossoming on your skin. ‘on your front.’ you couldn’t disobey her command, rolling onto your front, dress riding up over the thick swell of your ass.

‘god, you’re so fucking pretty.’ ellie breathed. blasphemous. holy.

her chest pressed to your back as she slid her hand down your side, squeezing a firm handful of your ass, before her fingers slipped between your thighs.

your cry was loud enough to echo off the stained glass as her fingers sank knuckle deep. your hands were tucked beneath your breasts, the rosary beads digging into the soft flesh there as she shushed you, her hand sliding around to press hard over your mouth as she fucked you on her hand, hard and fast and deep. you writhed beneath her, tears glistening on your lashes as your walls spasmed around her fingers, whining against her hand.

‘such a good girl, taking my fingers like you were made to.’ ellie’s lips pressed to your ear as her fingers curled, palm slapping against your ass as she pumped them deeper. ‘you look so pretty like this, such an angel. wonder what the rest of the congregation would say if they saw you like this. their lamb, their sweetheart, fucked out on my altar.’

her words sank straight to your gut, and you practically screamed into her palm as you unravelled, gushing down her wrist and staining her sleeve.

ellie drank down the sight like it was holy, pressing warm kisses to the back of your throat as she exhaled slowly. ‘don’t forget confession this week, lamb. i think we have a lot to talk about. tempting a priest? tut tut.’

@elsfawns this one’s for u lovie

Ellie didn’t say anything. She took one step closer and then— thud.

She dropped to her knees. She looked up, green eyes twinkling. “I’m sorry, love.”

“It’s—” you blinked down at her, “Ellie, what are you doing?”

Ellie wrapped her arms around your thighs before you could react. “I’m expressing how sorry I am.” She said before she moved closer, still on her knees.

Her teeth caught the waistband of your panties under your skirt and slowly she dragged them down till they were around your knees, and then your ankles. Your skirt fell over her face. She didn’t care. She didn’t bother removing it.

Her mouth went straight for your wet pussy.

You gasped, hand reaching down to tangle in her auburn hair. “You’re such an idiot.”

“I know, baby. I know. I’m sorry I let you down again.” She said, her mouth working slowly.

She teased your pussy lips first but she didn’t linger too long. It was an apology, not foreplay. Her tongue plunged inside with a wet squelch making your cheeks glow red.

She moved her head slowly with every little thrust of her tongue insides, her eyes remained up, maintaining eye contact with you as she tongue-fucked you. The taste of you was as addictive as ever. Your thighs were shaky.

And she hadn’t even been long between your legs.

“That’s it, my beautiful girl…”

Ellie mumbled before her fingers slowly entered your pussy. She started slurping harder, switching to focus on your clit.

Her tongue swirled around it. She teased it.

Your cunt clenched.

“Shit!” You moaned aloud.

Ellie could feel her own panties dampening in her jeans. She ground herself on her other hand, moaning against your clit making you gasp.

“Fuck,” you pressed her face harder into your cunt. “Keep going. You’re so good!— shit, Els!”

“Does that mean I’m forgiven?”

She looked up, curling her fingers at that one spot that made you see stars. You came so hard you swore you passed out for a few seconds while standing upright.

“Ellie…”

She caught you before you could lose your balance and you both remained there— tangled on the floor.

“I’m sorry, baby.” She kissed your forehead. “I swear I’m not deliberately ignoring you or anything.”

You smiled faintly, tired, “I know, baby. I’m sorry I compared our situations.”

“It’s okay,” Ellie leaned her forehead against yours. “I love you so much, I can’t be mad.”