The reason for the punishment was to inflict minimal pain on you and keep you in line, your pussy was twitching as Caitlyn tied your wrist behind your back. âCait,â you drew a sharp breath.
Caitlyn kissed the curve of your shoulder. âYou trust me, don't you?â
âI doâŠâ you didn't argue your case. It was pointless. Instead, you spread your legs a little more, she noticed and she smirked.
âYou need me there, sweetheart?â
Your cheeks reddened but you didn't let her words falter you. You looked up, meeting her eyes. âYes, Cait, I need you.â
âBut would you deserve it if I touched you?â Caitlyn moved closer, her breath tickling your face. Her hand cupped your heat through your panties, the only shred of dignity you still wore on your body. âYou have been quite bratty lately, that's why you're tied up right now anyway.â Caitlynâs hand squeezed your pussy, she grabbed the hem using a singular finger and dragged the fabric to your mid thighs, discarding it there. âYou're so wet.â Caitlyn whispered, making your cheeks heat up more than before.
âIt's all for youâŠâ you bucked your hips hopelessly. âSo won't you make it feel all good, mommy?â
Caitlyn laughed softly, âoh, you wish, sweetness, you wish. You've been such a brat I don't even think you deserve a good fingering.â In contrast to her words, her fingers sunk in your pussy, slender digits invading the tight space and filling you up.
âOh, my goodness⊠it feels so good.â Caitlynâs gaze darkened with lust, her fingers moving with a controlled pace so she didn't go too rough or too fast. Your clit throbbed for her. âCaitlyn, pleaseâ I need you.â
âI know.â
Her thumb pressed against your clit, touch soft and feather light. âWhy are you so wet, baby?â
Caitlyn's fingers curled, you gasped and caught the sheets. She always knew how to make you break even when you put up your brattiest act ever. Your pussy was fluttering around her, as if it recognised her.
Caitlyn's other hand reached away to grab a pair of nipple clampsâ you hadn't even noticed their presence until one of them clamped onto your perky nipples. You gasped, the sound sharp. âCait!ââ
âIt's âmommyâ, sweetheart.â Caitlyn corrected sweetly, her fingers moving faster making you whine out.
You tried to squirm away making her eyes narrow, she clamped your other nippleâ not giving you a chance to get familiar with the burn on your breast. You winced.
âO-owâŠâ
Caitlyn revelled in the way your body shivered under her touch, her fingers worked faster to coax an orgasm out of you. As they did, her gaze was fixed on your chest, watching the way your clamped tits move with every thrust. They bounced subtly and made your nipples stiffen further between the teeth of the clamps. You whimpered.
âMommy, I need youâ I need to cumâ fuck, Janna! I needâ oh!â
Caitlyn enjoyed how you broke on mere two fingers of hers. You were whining, drool escaping your mouth from the corner, and rolling down. âMmmm⊠mommy, I need more.â
Your pussy clenched, squelching around her fingers making her chuckle. Your pussy was drooling everywhere, the wetness made her thrusting easier and faster. Caitlyn grabbed the clamp of one of your nipples and gave it a subtle tug. You whimpered, your back arching off the mattress with a sharp gasp. You squirted on her hand.
âOh!ââ Caitlyn almost withdrew her hand from surprise. Then she smiled. âDid you just squirt on me?â Your cheeks flushed redder than ever before.
âCaitâ I'm soââ
âShush, don't speak.â Caitlyn stuck in a third finger, curling all three of them inside you. You screamed softly.
âM-mommy!â
âThere you go, what a good girl. You wanna pay up for your bratty attitude by gushing for mommy?â Caitlyn leaned in, âthat's a good start, baby, come on. Do that again, now.â
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your older girlfriend, sevika, is struggling to fit a condom on her XXL dick đŁČ amab!sevika
you always knew sevika wasâŠimpressive. older, commanding, a little rougher around the edges than anyone else youâd ever met. but as soon as sevika slammed the bedroom door behind her, you knew nothing about today would be normal. she was already breathing heavy, her usual calm dominance tinged with frustration.
âdonât you dare just stand there,â she growled, her hand grabbing your wrist and tugging you onto the bed. âi needâŠfocus.â
you arched a brow, leaning back on your hands, eyes trailing down all over her body, and then you froze.
the condom sat on the nightstand. and sevika? she was struggling like hell to roll it down.
you couldnât help it. a sly, teasing grin spread across your face. âwow that looksâŠdifficult,â you said, voice light, almost innocent. âneed a hand?â
her eyes snapped to yours, blazing. âdonât. even. think about it,â she hissed. but her fingers fumbled again, the tip of her xxl cock glistening in the dim light, pulsing, throbbing â too big for anything to fit easily.
âhonestly i didnât think itâd be thatâŠmassive,â you teased, biting your lip. âyou might actually need help.â
that was it. she lost it. in a flash, she grabbed you by the shoulders, hauling you closer, eyes dark, teeth bared. âyou little brat,â she growled, voice low, dangerous. âyou think this is funny? you think you get to make fun of me while iâm-iâm tryin to ââ her hand slammed down on your ass, pulling a gasp from your lips. âiâll show you what happens to smart mouths.â
your heart hammered, but the grin stayed. you wiggled just a little, pressing against her, just to push her buttons more.
âoh? youâre gonna punish me?â you whispered, voice teasing. âi meanâŠi donât think you can even fit me on top of yourâŠproblemâŠâ
her eyes went wide, a mix of shock and rage and something darker swirling there. and then she moved. fast.
one hand yanked you by the hair to tilt your head back, lips pressing to yours in a bruising kiss, tongue slipping in, teeth grazing your bottom lip. the other hand went down, gripping the base of her huge brown cock, and she finally got the condom to roll downâŠbarely. it stretched over her length, the tight latex fighting against her size, her knuckles white from the effort.
âyouâre lucky i love you,â she groaned into your mouth, voice thick, strained, as she adjusted the condom, making sure it was secure. âor iâd â fuck iâd wreck you for that mouth of yours.â
you moaned, feeling her pressing against you, the head of her cock brushing your entrance through the thin fabric of your panties. âmmm⊠i love how angry you get,â you whispered, hands roaming her back, feeling the tension in her muscles. âmakes it biggerrr, oh so much bigger.â
her growl shook the room. she flipped you onto your stomach, hands pressing you flat against the mattress. âbigger?â she repeated, voice low, dangerous. âyou wanna see how big i can make it feel inside you?â
your body shivered at her words, at the tautness of the condom stretched over that length. she lined up with your entrance, pressing in just enough to tease, then pulling back, dragging the tip over your sensitive folds. âtell me you want it,â she demanded. âtell me youâve been teasin me so i can fuck that smug little mouth of yours later.â
âohh sevikaa i donât just want it,â you gasped, voice trembling. âfuuck i need itâ
that was all she needed. she slammed in, hard, stretching you fully, every thrust deep and merciless. your cries filled the room, muffled against the pillow she shoved under your face. her hands gripped your hips, pulling you back to meet every violent, perfect thrust.
âyou like teasin me huh, sweetheart?â she growled between thrusts. âyou little brat,â her cock hit places you didnât think were possible, every inch of her huge cock filling you, the condom straining with each punishing push.
ây-yes please! moremoremoreerâ you moaned, fingers digging into the sheets, body shaking as she fucked you harder, faster, a relentless rhythm. slap slap, squelch squelch!!
âyou think you getta play with me?â she snapped, pinching your nipples through your shirt, making you yelp. âyou think you getta tease me while i struggle with thisâŠthisâŠmonster for you?â
your laugh was breathless, shaky. âi just, hahh looooveee watching you struggle, baby.â
that was it. her restraint broke. hands and mouth everywhere, she had you pinned, her big daddy dick driving deep, hitting every perfect angle, while she fucked you with a ferocity youâd never known. cheeks slapped, hair pulled, her voice rough and commanding. every inch of you was overwhelmed, overstimulated, drowning in her dominance and sheer size.
finally, after what felt like hours of being ravaged, she slowed, pulling back, breathing heavy, eyes softening as she looked at you, chest heaving. âshit, sweetheart. iâŠgod, i didnât mean toâŠâ she murmured, almost gentle, stroking your hair, running hands over your bruised, glistening body.
you smiled, trembling, face flushed. âmmm you love me,â you whispered. âeven when youâre mad at me.â
she groaned, collapsing next to you, pulling you close. âi love you so much,â she admitted, voice rough. âbut you, youâre impossible.â
Hai so can you write for Caitlyn but its kinda toxic between her and the reader like her dictator era like when she was not with vi and cait kinda used you bc she didnt have vi idk if that make sense but please i have a thing for toxic stuff
you always hated how quiet her estate was at night.
the clock in the drawing room ticked with surgical precision, each second a reminder of how long youâd been waiting. you werenât allowed to sit anywhere comfortable â youâd learned that the hard way. the first time, youâd curled up on her chaise, and when caitlyn came home, sheâd smiled coldly and told you to kneel instead.
now, you always waited for her on your knees. hands folded in your lap. back straight, no matter how badly it ached.
and gods, it ached tonight.
she kept you waiting hours.
when the door finally opened, you didnât breathe until you heard her boots on the floorboards. sharp, clipped, deliberate. every step heavy with authority.
âstand,â she ordered, not even looking at you yet.
you scrambled up, heart racing because her commands always felt like life or death.
caitlynâs coat was still on, black and sharp at the edges, flecked with rain. she pulled off her gloves slowly, peeling them from her long fingers like she had all the time in the world. when her eyes finally cut to you, it was like a blade slicing clean through flesh.
âloyal little thing,â she murmured, closing the space between you with a predatory calm. her gloved hand gripped your chin, tilting your face up so you had no choice but to meet her gaze. âtell me, would you die for me?â
your mouth went dry, âyes.â
her smirk was cruel. âhow sweet. but letâs not be dramatic. i donât need you to die for me. i need you to obey.â
you nodded quickly, throat tight.
she leaned down just enough for her lips to ghost over your ear. âyouâd do anything i asked, wouldnât you?â
you swallowed. âanything.â
âgood.â she pulled back, studying you like she was evaluating a weaponâs worth. âthen donât make me regret keeping you.â
her words twisted in your chest, painful and intoxicating all at once. you shouldâve hated her for it, but instead, you felt the shameful heat building low in your stomach.
caitlyn noticed, of course she did. her smirk widened as her hand slid from your chin to your throat, thumb pressing lightly against the pulse there. not choking, not yet â just a reminder that she could.
âpathetic,â she whispered. âlook at you. youâd melt for the smallest scrap of attention.â
your cheeks burned.
âstrip,â she ordered.
and you did, fumbling with your clothes under the weight of her gaze, knowing she was watching every movement, judging every inch of bare skin you revealed. when you stood naked before her, she circled you once, slow and deliberate, like a hunter appraising her prey.
finally, she sat back in her chair, legs spread just slightly, gloves discarded on the armrest. she gestured lazily.
âon your knees again.â
you obeyed instantly, heat pooling in your belly.
she tapped her thigh with two fingers. âride it.â
your breath caught. âcaitlynâ â
her eyes snapped to yours, icy and sharp. âdo not make me repeat myself.â
shame and desire tangled tight in your chest as you crawled forward, straddling her thigh. the fabric of her trousers was rough against your skin, the press of her muscle firm beneath you. she tilted her head, watching with detached amusement as you hesitated.
âgo on,â she murmured, lips curving in a mocking smile. âshow me how desperate you are.â
her thigh was unrelenting beneath you, the sharp cut of her uniform pants dragging against your clit every time you moved. you tried to grind quietly, to hold in the needy little sounds clawing up your throat, but caitlyn wasnât having it.
her hand shot up into your hair, fisting hard, yanking your head back until your spine arched. a whimper spilled from your lips.
âpathetic,â she hissed, pulling harder until your scalp burned. âdonât hold back. i want to hear how desperate you are.â
you let the sound break free then â soft, shameless moans, each one louder as you moved against her thigh. the friction was maddening, sharp little sparks building low in your stomach.
her free hand slid down your cheek, then â slap.
she slapped you. not hard enough to bruise, but enough to sting, enough to make your eyes water.
âyou like that, donât you?â she murmured, leaning close, lips brushing your ear as she dragged her thigh up just slightly, giving you more pressure. âyouâll take anything i give you. even pain.â
your breath hitched, tears spilling hot down your cheeks as you ground down harder, chasing the friction. you hated how true her words were, how much you needed her even when she was cruel.
another slap. sharper this time. you gasped, hips stuttering against her leg, but she just laughed low in her throat.
âso needy,â she mocked, yanking your hair tighter until your head tilted back, throat bared. âyouâd let me break you just to feel useful.â
you whimpered, hips rocking faster, thighs trembling. âplease â! â
âplease what?â her voice cut like glass. âuse your words, or iâll stop.â
the threat made your chest seize. you couldnât bear it if she stopped.
âplease, caitlyn,â you begged, voice shaking. âplease donât stop, please, i need itââ
she smirked, releasing your hair just long enough to grip your throat instead, fingers pressing tight around the column of your neck. not enough to cut off air. but enough to remind you who was in control.
âthatâs better,â she purred. âbeg for me like the whore you are.â
your vision blurred with tears as you rode her thigh, faster and harder, the wet sound of your cunt grinding against her pants filling the room. her hand tightened around your throat, her thigh flexing beneath you, and the pressure sent you spiraling.
you came with a choked cry, clinging to her uniform, shuddering as your release soaked through the fabric.
but she didnât let you rest.
her hand tangled back in your hair, yanking you off her thigh, dragging you to the floor in front of her. she spread her legs wider, undoing the buckle of her belt with agonising slowness, her smirk sharp and cruel.
âon your knees where you belong,â she said softly, pulling you close by your hair. âand open that pretty mouth.â
you swallowed hard, lips brushing against the heat of her cunt through her trousers. she tugged your hair painfully until you opened your mouth without protest, and only then did she shove your face down, grinding you against the seam of her pants.
âpathetic little pet,â she hissed. âso eager to lick, even when i havenât given you permission.â
your tears smeared against the fabric as you rubbed your tongue over the rough cloth, desperate for the taste of her.
finally, finally, she pulled her pants open, tugging them down just enough to free herself. she was wet already, slick with stress and anger and want, and she shoved your face into it without hesitation.
âthere,â she spat, hand fisting your hair so tight your scalp screamed. âmake yourself useful.â
you licked eagerly, tongue tracing her folds, dipping into her entrance, dragging up to her clit. the taste of her flooded your mouth, hot and intoxicating.
she moaned low in her throat, but it wasnât soft â it was edged with fury, like she hated needing this.
âfaster,â she snapped, grinding her cunt against your mouth, smearing herself over your face. âdonât make me tell you twice.â
you obeyed instantly, sucking her clit, tongue flicking, fingers digging into her thighs for balance.
crack.
her hand slapped your cheek again, sharp and stinging.
âsloppy,â she snarled, hips bucking against you. âgod, youâre so fucking sloppy. canât even eat me right without drooling all over yourself.â
the sting made your cunt ache, made you work harder, licking her deeper, sucking until her thighs trembled against your ears.
she yanked your head back just enough so you could see her face â eyes wild, mouth parted, sweat shining at her temple.
âlook at you,â she spat, giving your cheek another slap. âon your knees, tears running down your face, just to calm me down. is that what you are? my stress relief?â
you nodded frantically, lips wet, chin slick with her arousal. âyes! yes caitlyn, anythingââ
her grip tightened in your hair, shoving your mouth back down onto her cunt so hard you almost choked.
âthen shut up and eat,â she growled.
you obeyed, tongue and lips working desperately, until she came with a sharp cry, grinding against your face, holding you there while her release spilled hot over your mouth.
she didnât let go until she was finished, until you were gasping for air when she finally dragged your head back.
caitlyn looked down at you, breath heaving, face flushed, but her smirk was cruel.
âpathetic little thing,â she whispered, giving your tear streaked cheek one last slap, softer this time, almost mocking. âyou really will do anything, wonât you?â
you stayed on the floor where sheâd left you, knees bruised against the rug, hair a tangled mess from her fists, cheeks still stinging from her slaps. your lips were swollen, your chin slick with her release, and you waited â like maybe sheâd pull you into her lap, maybe sheâd let you curl against her chest.
but she didnât.
she blew out a long stream of smoke, eyes fixed on the skyline through the tall window. piltoverâs spires glowed against the night, cold and distant, just like her.
âdonât look at me like that,â she said flatly, not even glancing your way.
your chest tightened. âlike what?â
her lips curled into a humourless smile as she flicked ash into the tray. âlike you think this means something.â
your throat ached, raw from begging, but you forced out, âdoesnât it?â
finally, her eyes cut to you. sharp, merciless, the same way she looked at her enemies. âno.â
the word landed like a knife.
you looked down, nails biting into your palms, trying to swallow the sting.
she leaned forward slightly, resting her elbow on her knee, cigarette glowing faint between her fingers. her voice softened, but it wasnât kindness, it was warning.
âdonât get attached,â she murmured. âi told you before. this isnât forever.â
the air between you felt heavy, suffocating.
she tapped her ash again, eyes already drifting back to the city. âyouâre here because i donât like silence. because i donât like sleeping alone. thatâs all.â
the words twisted something deep in you, painful, ugly, but you still nodded. because what else could you do? youâd already given her everything â your body, your loyalty, your pride.
she would never love you. not the way you loved her.
and when vi finally walked into her life, you knew youâd be discarded like smoke fading in the night.
but instead of kneeling there, waiting for her to decide if you were worth the scraps of her attention, something inside you snapped.
you pulled yourself up off the floor, legs shaky, throat raw, every bruise on your body screaming â but you stood anyway.
caitlyn finally turned, brows raising as if she couldnât believe youâd dared to move without permission.
âwhere do you think youâre going?â she asked coolly, cigarette balanced between her fingers like a blade.
your voice was hoarse, trembling with anger and hurt, but it came out clear enough:
âfuck you, cait.â
you didnât wait for her reaction. you changed back into your clothes and walked toward the door, each step louder than the last, the sound echoing through the hollow estate.
behind you, there was silence for a long moment. then her voice cut through the air, sharp and cold:
âyouâll come back.â
you froze, hand on the doorknob, heart twisting.
and then softer â quieter, almost like she hated herself for saying it,
ââŠthey always come back.â
you didnât look back. this time, you walked out.
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Sevika is best friends with readers dad, reader and Sevika been fucking each for months. Every weekend reader would sleep over at sevikas house and they have nasty sex. Daddy and piss kink !
êšïž Sevika's your dad's friend. Completely off limits. You can't even think about taking her to bed... Although, the idea does sound a bit tempting doesn't it?
Big, rough hands and a tongue that can make you cum over and over till you lose your mind. Not to mention the way her teeth, that gap specifically, accentuated whenever she offers a smirk at your dad's jokes. Fuck.
This is so wrong.
And you know it.
Yet you're kneeling in front of her with your hands braced on her thighs, tugging at her belt with your teeth, "he won't know." You whisper.
Sevika's dark lips were closed around a cigarillo, she took an inhale, her eyes lazily blinking at your desperate form.
Instead of denying you it all, she just raises her boot, placing it under your cunt. "If you can cum on it just by grinding, I'll consider this... Arrangement."
êšïž You go to Sevika's house every weekend after finishing all your projects due for college. And she never disappoints. Her age gives her much more experience than you and she definitely wasn't new to pleasuring a woman. She knew all your spots. All.
Her hands move over your neck deftly, as if measuring the amount of pressure she'll need to choke you outâ doing the mental math. Then she applies the pressure, it's delicious. Your eyes roll back and you try so desperately to try to get some friction against your pussy but she doesn't let you. She knows how to make you grow needier with every passing second, and she's doing exactly that.
"Look at you, so desperate for a woman so much older than you. Dollie, it seems you have a type." She laughs and spits at you. But you only fall deeper and deeper in love.
êšïž Sevika fucks you in front of the big mirror of her bedroom, your hands are gripping the edges of the mirror so hard your knuckles go white. But you don't dare let go. She's hitting it from the back, humongous strap pumping in and out with every lustful thrust. The loud squelching the only sound making sense in your head as you watch yourself losing all dignity to your dad's best friend.
"He'll kill us both if he finds out!" You gasp, and moan her name right after. The irony of the situation was palpable.
Sevika laughs, grabbing the back of your neck and yanking you back, "watch yourself in the mirror, sweetheart," she slams herself deeper, "and you'd be more dead than me."
"Fuck! Daddy, ugh!" Your eyes squeeze shut but her grip around your neck tightening forces you to hold eye contact with your wrecked reflection.
She grips your waist with her other hand, pacing up with every other thrust. "You're gonna coat this dick. Fuckin' coat this dick with your cum and piss." She slaps your ass and fucks you harder.
You feel the pressure building.
Oh, no.
You don't want to. Not in front of her. That's so embarrassing. But no matter how much you're trying you hold back, the constant pumping of the silicone cock makes your bladder weaken against the pressure.
"Daddy, please, no, it's gonna come out." You squeaked, but then she grabs one of your arms, yanking it back, fucking you so much harder than before.
You scream out, cheek pressed against the cold mirror as a thin stream of piss exits you. You're a mess, sobbing softly as Sevika's pace slowed and she pulls away. "Fuck. You're such a cute little thing." She turns you around, hands under your thighs as she easily hauls you up.
You kiss her, it's messy and heated and you feel the way she holds you tightly in her bruising grip. And you're only falling deeper and deeper into a love you know no way out of.
Modern au where Sevika wins a mechanic shop and her wife comes visits her. Sevika gives her wife devious backshots and cream pies her wife in her office
Modern au, SEVIKA has a dick, backshots, hair pulling, ass slapping, mild manhandling, daddy kink, unprotected sex in office room, breeding, implications of round two, mentions of getting caught
Your wifeâs unhealthy habit of gambling would never pay offâ thatâs what you thought until one day she came home drunk off her ass. You sighed and pointed to the couch like the usualâ you never let her sleep with you when she was this drunk. Sevika just pouted before she threw a set of keys onto the counter.
âWhatâs this?â You asked, not looking up from your book.
âGuess what I gambled and won!?â Sevika sunk into the chair next to you, her shoulder brushing youâ and Janna, she reeked of alcohol.
You scrunched your nose, exaggerating. âWhat?â
âAn auto repair shop.â
You turned so hard, your book knocked over to the floor. But you didnât care. âYouâ what!?â
âYes, baby, yes!â Sevika giggled, a sound youâd never heard before.
âIâm so proud of you, honey!â You climbed into her lap, kissing her sloppilyâ at this point, you didnât even care that she was home late and drunk. You were too proud of your wife to care about those.
The night went in a blur of touchy hands and sloppy makeout sessions. The morning light peeked through the curtains making you groggily blink at the surroundings of the room. Sevika had already left for the opening of the garage.
You groaned and shifted to sit, your hand crumbled a paperâ a note left by her. It saidâ âcome over when youâre awake, baby, we can eat out for breakfast today.â
When you turned up, Sevika wasnât out there waiting for you but one of the workers gestured to the office. You thanked him and walked to the office, your heels clicking against the floor with every step you took. The handle turned and you appeared at the thresholdâ stealing Sevikaâs breath away with the ridiculously small skirt you had on.
âThe fuck is that?â She growled, crossing the room in two long strides. She pinned you to the wall, slamming the door shut behind you, and locking it.
âUh⊠Whatâs what?â You grinned a little.
âThat.â Sevika tugged the skirt.
âClothes.â You replied coolly.
âOh, girl, you better behave.â Sevika pulled you by the wrist in front of her polished desk. Your palms landed onto the surface of the desk, ass out. You gasped when she grabbed the hem of your skirt and pulled it up hastilyâ âlook at you, even wore the sluttiest thong ever.â
âS-SevâŠâ
âWhat, now you canât speak?â Sevika slapped your ass, âwhat happened to my mouthy little princess?â
Sevika unbuckled her belt and let her dick out, it was already hard when she pressed the head against your pussy. You were so tight when you felt her length entering your pussyâ every excruciating inch stretching you out impossibly wide.
âOh, Janna,â your face planted sideways onto the desk as you tried to take all of her smoothly.
âYou look so good like this, princess.â Sevika squeezed your ass before she pulled back and slammed herself inside. You gasped, hand flying to cover your mouth. âThere you go, not a single peepâ yeah? What would the mechanics think?â
Your cheeks flushed red. âThatâs unfairâŠâ
âOh, Iâll decide whatâs unfair. You focus on takinâ my dick,â she slapped your ass again and rolled her hips forward making you whine into your hand.
Her pace was rough and deepâ every thrust sending you over the edge but Sevika wasnât satisfied with the way she ruined you so her hand shot out, wrapping around the tail of your hair. She looped it securely and then tugged it back sharply. The pain made your eyes water and pussy clench but you didnât ask her to stop. It felt too good.
âOh, fuck!â You yelped into your hand, lips pressed together tightly as she fucked youâ ruined you from behind. âBaby, Iâm so close.â
âI am too,â Sevika grunted, her hand holding your hair firmer than before as she tugged again, âarch properly for daddy.â
You obliged, you never disobeyed really unless you were being bratty on purpose just to get out in your place and this time was no different. You moaned into your hand once again before you came undone. She wasnât done though, and you felt it when she slapped your ass again.
âYou wanna take all of daddyâs cum like a good cum bucket?â
âYes, yes!â Your other handâs fingers slipped on the desk due to sweat, but your grip was firm as you tried to hold in again.
She let out a low, guttural groan before you felt her warm seed filling you up with a little twitch of her member inside you. You felt so warm and stuffed when she pulled out. The cum threatened to dribble out but you clenched timely, sealing it inside.
âIâm so full, daddyâŠâ
âAinât that good?â she chuckled, sinking onto her chair in front of the desk. âGet over here.â
You climbed into her lap, âmmâŠâ
âYou wanna rest up a little before breakfast?â
Housewife reader x business owner wife Sevika đ. Sevika comes home from a stressful day from work and finds her wife making dinner, Sevika takes out her stress out on her wife in the kitchen. Sevika cums in her wife, spits on her bootyhole and put her thumb in it
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â°â†The door closed with a firm slam, âI'm back,â Sevika flinched at the sound of the door, dropping her bag and coat on the couch.
âOh, welcome home, sit down, I'll get dinner out soon.â You said, voice so sweet it made Sevika's heart flutter, âunless you'd rather shower firstâ Sev!â
Sevika's hands were around your waist before you knew it, wandering around and cupping your flesh, âmissed this.â She grunted.
âI missed you too, now come oooooon, I'm cooking!â you said, waving the spatula in an exaggerated gesture.
âIs cooking more important than your wife?â Sevika pouted, her lips moving against your neck and warming the skin. It made you shiver.
âConsidering I'm cooking for my wife, I'd say both are equally important?â
Sevika just groaned into your neck before mumbling, âI've missed you, can we jusâ turn the stove off for a second?â
You laughed softly, âoh, whyâs that?â
She didn't answer and just let out another little sound into your skin, muffled by the warmth. You giggled and pushed your butt back slightly against her crotchâ yup, hard as a rock.
â°â†Sevika turned you around and grabbed the hem of your shirt pulling it up. You weren't wearing pants.
âGosh, you were ready.â She breathed out, her hands kneading the curve of your ass.
She pushed her member inside, thick and hard as she rammed into you with a sort of desperation that screamed how stressed out she was with work.
âFuck, fuck, fuck!â She cursed under her breath as she rutted her hips into you from behind, letting her length drag against the tight walls of your pussy.
Your mouth formed an âoâ, a small gasp leaving you. âGoodness, Vika.â
âYeah? You like this dick?â Sevikaâs growl was deep and guttural as she pulled your hands back and forced you to arch perfectly for her till you couldn't anymore.
âYes, fuck! I love it!â You cried out, grasping the kitchen counter as Sevika's raw shaft pumped in and out with an animalistic pace.
You felt it twitch.
Your breath seized, the knot in your tummy tightened.
âFuck!â You screamed out, âSevika! Sevika!â Your pussy convulsed as you came all over her cock, dripping down the shaft and to the kitchen floor.
â°â†Sevika had already came inside you several times but her pace never ceased, if anything she got rougher and sloppier.
âGoodness, you always take my dick so fuckinâ good.â She bit your shoulder making you whine out weakly.
âSevâ...! So much, t-too much!â Your hands were slipping from the counter but you tried to hold on to keep balance. Her length slammed in. Your eyes flew open, letting out yet another loud moan. âFuck!â
âTake it, take all of me,â Sevika busted another load in you, the creamy liquid leaked from your overfilled hole and dripped down to the floorâ mixing with your little puddles of arousal.
She pulled back and smirked at the sight of your elbows propped against the kitchen counter with desperation, ass raised up so she didn't have to constantly slap it to remind you of proper positioning. Your asshole looked a bit too lonely.
She spat on it. Then, stuck her thumb inside. A large, thick finger.
You gasped, jolting forwards, âSEVâ!?â
Sevika just grinned and shoved it deeper, she moved it in and out slowly, âthere, there, baby, you're so tight back hereâ damn.â
Just then, Sevika's cock poked against your hole again and you understoodâ you wouldn't get dinner ready anytime soon.
Please note, these angst blurbs will not be continuous and often scenes with no particular order. This might have a happy ending but I am not sure yet.
Sevika with a wandering eye. Who likes and stares at every woman who passes by, comments on looks to them, to you. Licks her lips like sheâs waiting for them to approach. They always approach first.
Even if you were draped across her lap or lip locked, someone always interrupted.
Everyone seemed to know the deal except you. Sevika wasnât the kind to be pinned down by any one person, by any one body or hole. As vulgar as it sounded.
You knew this, started to learn the truth. Trying to ignore the rising of dread in your stomach that sometimes stopped you from eating. That overtook you and made you cold.
âI do really miss your mouth,â a sultry voice belonging to the woman in front of the two of you had snapped you back into attention.
Sevika had only chuckled, leaning in closer with that to-die-for smirk adorning her dark lips. âMiss yours. Ate me good for the first time ya did it.â
Your heart had sank, and you felt the buzzing in your ears begin as your skin numbed and iced over. It shouldnât have been a surprise, not really, itâs not like you havenât heard this before. Itâs not the first time one of her harem girls approach when she was with you.
Itâs not like they knew how much it hurt.
But part of you wondered, if that would even stop them. If you had flinched or your eyes had watered, would they have backed off? No.
They wouldnât have.
Theyâd poke fun. Point out how sensible Sevikaâs newest addition is. That sheâs been with you so often in order to break you in like the rest of them.
You thought being with her would be like lying on a bed of roses. Soft and often prickling. However, it was more like lying on a bed of thorns, and being delighted at the sight of blood.
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synopsis: youâre on stage having the time of your life, about to close your wildly successful world tour with a final song, when you spot your girlfriend in the crowd, one of dinaâs model friends latched tightly onto her arm. you allow yourself a blood boiling moment of jealousy before deciding to make it entirely clear to everyone exactly who it is she belongs toâboth in public and behind tightly closed doors.
tags: suggestive!!, very public, popstar!reader, gf!ellie, established relationship, celebrity couple, super jealous diva reader, random and self-indulgent asf, unrealistic concert experience probably (inspired by this tiktok)
a/n: this is so random self-indulgent iâm sorryyyy this is lowkey bad but i just love famous ellie too much, what can you do? (not beta read)
a dizzying rush of excitement filled your body as you stood at the center of the arena, chest heaving with exhaustion, as thousands of adoring fans roared from their seats, screaming hysterically.
the sound had you beaming as you looked around the arena, a dizzying rush of emotions zipping through your head, as you brought your sparkly pink mic up to your glossy lips. âthank you, new york!â
the crowdâs response was deafening. from all around you people cheered, screaming at the top of their lungs. you heard someone shout âmarry me!â from one of the farther seats, causing you to laugh, the gorgeous sound echoing through the speakers.
you looked out into the sea of people, grinning into your mic. âthis has been one hell of a night.â your script is clear in your mind, but you say the words with utmost sincerity.
you sigh to yourself at the sight before youâan endless, all-consuming darkness transformed by a million little camera lights into a glimmering abyss. âwhat do you say, new york?â you yell into the mic.
âshall we end it with a bang?â
the crowd erupted into another deafening chorus of cheers right before the first beat of your final song drops. from there, they only grow louder.
the performance you deliver is impeccable to say the least. you dance like its the most natural thing in the world, your voice ringing clear through the stadium. every word, every move, just feels right.
it was during moments like this when you were sure that this was what you were born to do.
a hush fell over the crowd as the stadium went dark, every stage light flickering out, as the music faded out at the end of the last verse. finally, it was time.
the final chorus.
the final performance youâd been anticipating since the beginning of this massive tour.
you couldnât help the grin on your face as you slipped into position, eyes reflexively scanning for ellieâs face in the crowd. youâd prepared this specifically for her.
this was all you ever wanted, the last night of your world tourâtwenty-one countries, millions of fansâyou could hardly believe it.
all your work had finally paid off, and you could hardly wait to celebrate it withâŠ
your thoughts trailed off as you spotted ellieâs face in the crowd.
there she was, standing front row like youâd expected. but she came with an accessory. your eyes followed her gaze down to the pretty girl clinging tightly onto her arm, too closeâway too closeâfor comfort.
what. the. fuck.
your smile drops. the familiar buzz of jealousy making your brain go fuzzy, slowly boiling the blood under your skin.
the deafening, fanatic cries of your fans that had previously held your complete attention only moments ago now faded into the background as you watched the scene before you.
a flurry of thoughts rushed through your mind in a white streak of rage, drowning out the voice droning on in your earpiece.
you recognized her. one of dinaâs model friends you gave tickets toâcatâcathyâ? or something?
you remembered that night youâd all gone clubbing. a quiet, shivering sliver of rage pricked at your skin as memories of the night resurface in violent flashes; her wandering hands, her unprovoked dislike of you, her puzzlingly extreme interest in ellie.
well, it wasnât that fucking puzzling now, now was it?
the glare your shot her wouldâve burned holes in her face if sheâd been looking. but no, instead, her eyes were fixed on your girlfriend.
your gaze lingered on them as the countdown began in your ear. youâd make her regret that.
the chorus countdown steadily in your ear:
3âŠ
you sunk into position, black stage tile cold against your hands and knees as they met the ground.
2âŠ
you tossed your hair to one side, settling your features into the kind of look that always pushed ellie over the edge.
they wanted a show? youâd give them one theyâd never forget.
1.
the screen behind you flashed on with a blinding light. stage lights bathed your face in a seductive, red glow. the soft music of your songâs outro cut through the quiet of the stadium, at first a low buzz at first, slowly climbing by the second.
the low hum reverberated through the stadium as you whispered the last lines of your song, low and breathy.
i think you know what this is,
i think you wanna-ah.
your face filled the massive screen behind you, camera up close and personal, zooming into you; hair perfectly tousled like youâd just been fucked, light beads of sweat coating your forehead.
you kept your eyes trained on the camera, but everyoneâs eyes were fixed solely on you. everyoneâs.
oh, but you got a sports car.
we can uh-uh in it, while you drive it real farâŠ
and right at the final line you drew you mic away, letting the music play freely in the background, as you disregarded the choreography youâd practiced hours ago.
you looked straight at the camera as you mouthed two small words, slow and deliberate, so clear they were unmistakeable:
âfuck, ellie.â
you feel the weight of them slip away as they leave your lips.
your fans erupted into screams the second theyâd realized what youâd just done, hysterically shouting and looking over to ellieâs seat in the crowd, recording phones in hand.
you let your gaze linger on the camera a few more seconds, face smug and perfect, before you looked over to that seat in crowd. and sure enough, there ellie was:
jaw dropped. eyes fixed permanently on you as she stared, utterly entranced.
she looked like she was about to climb on stage and drag you home right there and then.
cat was long forgotten at her side, arms crossed around her chest, as she unabashedly glared at you from her spot in the crowd.
honestly, what a bitch.
still drunk on jealousy, you bent down to the side of the stage, dark lips mouthing words you didnât have the foresight to know would later go viral thanks to the recording fans. in the front row.
âget your hands off my girl.â
satisfaction rushed through you at catâs guiltily sore expression as she stormed off into the crowd.
thatâs right. back the fuck off.
the exit countdown began in your ear as you turned back to ellie, still eye-fucking you from her spot by the edge of the stage, before blowing her one last little air kiss with you fingers, causing yet another hysteric wave of cries down the first row.
and with that, you turned away, platform boots sparkling as you strutted back up the stage, as the stomp of your heel perfectly matched the beat.
a massive grin spread across your face as you walked backstage, not only because had you just given people a world tour outro to remember for the rest of their lives, but also because you could tell for absolute certain, even just by ellieâs face back there, that once you got home,
No strings attached. Another notch on her belt and nothing but meaningless sex.
But you knew thatâs how it would be.
You knew Sevika didnât have it in her to change.
But it didnât stop you from hoping. That this would be more, that it would evolve into something else. Every day you lost a little more hope, a little more strength.
Devoting yourself to her like sheâs your religion. Kneeling, praying to her and hoping.
Because whatâs religion without its constant tests?
âYouâre not staying?â You had slipped up one day and asked.
Sevika had made a face, grunting as she picked up her cloak. âWhy would I do that?â
You swallow past the bile in your throat and nod, pulling the sheets a little higher to cover yourself further. She did lean down to half-heartedly kiss the top of your head, so you let it be.
Maybe you were breaking her down in some way.
You wouldnât realize how wrong you were until it was too late.
Is this all you were worth? Sex is sex.
Thatâs all you were.
Another ready cunt for her to use when she needed.
Like she did with her friends, or whatever they could be considered. Could they be friends if theyâve seen each other in ways no one else has?
A friendly fuck? You gag at the thought.
You decide not to think of it, popping the two pills to help you sleep. To force your body to rest and ignore the wet, warm feeling down your cheeks.
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ËáŻœ ĘË your virgin tendencies made you the perfect little slut for your step-sister vi. the day she and her mother moved in with your dad, you were dressed in the tiniest skirt you could dig out of your drawer. she was hot, tattoos and scars. and entire bad girl persona made your pussy soak through the sheer fabric of your white strawberry printed panties. you ogled openly, maybe vi saw because she offered you a smug little smirk. your heart did somersaults.
ËáŻœ ĘË it was late at night and you were scrolling through vi's social media like a creep, hand rubbing the wetness of your crotch in instinct. you were needy but scared of dipping your perfectly manicured fingers in your soft, virgin pussy. a knock sounded out, you jumped up and tossed your phone to the sideâ one of vi's thirst traps still playing on the screen on mute. you stared eye to eye with the broad shouldered woman. then she smiled at you, gentle and comforting.
she walked and sat beside you, "i saw you looked a little nervous."
you gulped, "o-oh, you saw me...?" vi blinked at your stammered, panicked answer which sounded more like a question. then you cleared your throat, "im sorry, i justâ"
"i know that look," vi shot up to her feet, staring at you, suddenly the room felt heavier and she seemed so much taller than you. when she walked to your room's door, you thought she'd leave. but she didn't. she clicked the knob, locking you both inside.
"vi, what are you doing...?"
vi walked upto you, "i see the way you look at me."
"vi, we have literally just met!" you flushed so red you could battle a strawberry.
"does that mean you don't want to kiss me?" vi asked, fully aware the answer wouldn't be a no.
ËáŻœ ĘË vi undressed you slowly, "we don't have to take anything fast," she whispered before she kissed down your shoulder blade, hands pausing at your waistband, "may i?" you nodded with a sharp intake of breath, "you're doing okay, just breathe for me." she slipped your top and skirt off, revealing you in your lacy bra and comically cute panties. vi almost snorted, "you look... adorable."
your cheeks grew redder making you hide them, "don't say things like that," you whined making vi chuckle. she kissed your forehead and her hands moved over your chest like magic, one hand reaching down and yanking your bra over your tits, splitting the mounds to their natural positions. she smirked like a damn pervert. "vi!" you tried to cover your chest, "you're staring at me like a fuckingâ like aâ!"
"like a what?" vi pulled your wrists away and stuffed her face into your tits, letting out a guttural moan. "amazing." she groaned, "im never gettin' outta here." you sighed.
ËáŻœ ĘË you were now in her room, watching her scramble through her bags. "is it gonna hurt a lot?" you asked meekly, eyes fixed on the roundness of vi's ass, "vi?" she looked back with her eyes sparkling with the sort of joy she showed when she buried her face in your tits, she was holding up what seemed like a dickâ a silicone dick with a harness. "found it!" she beamed as if she'd just unravelled some sort of a great mistery. you squinted, "what's that, vi?" your voice held a scared edge. vi walked over, smoothing over your robe covered thigh, "you're gonna be okay, baby, trust your big sis."
you rolled your eyes, "step. step big sis." you let the robe fall off, gulping thickly as you spread your legs out. "oh, no, no, we're not doin' it like that." vi fixed the harness around her waist with expertise, "there we go," she murmured and laid down herself, flat on her back. "straddle me." you blinked at her, and just stood there for a while before you moved on top of her, straddling her as you faced her. vi tapped your hip, "show me your ass."
you felt the heat creeping to your ears and neck as well, "o-okay."
"tell me if you need me to stop, yeah, pretty girl?"
"mhm..."
ËáŻœ ĘË you lowered yourself onto the girthy shaft of her toy, your pussy stretched painfully but the sting felt delicious making your pussy get wetter than before. vi squeezed the fat of your ass, "you're okay, lower, baby." you obliged, sinking lower and lower till your ass hit the muscle of her toned abdomen. she smirked, "you're takin' my dick like a champ, sweet."
"it hurts, v-vi," you hissed out, pussy clenching around the intrusion before you felt vi give your hips a squeeze with both hands, using her grip on you to maneuver you up and down. "baby, please, it hurts..."
"you're not tellin' me to stop, doll." vi chuckled, "you like how my dick stretched your tight cunt out?"
"mhm, i do..." you mewled out, hands bracing on her muscular thighs tightly as she moved you up and down, watching the way your wetness seeped around the shaft of her strap, trickling to her bush and pussy underneath the base of the toy. the pain was dissolving into a kind of pleasure you'd never felt before and the intensity was overwhelming your tight little body.
ËáŻœ ĘË vi slammed her cock up deeper into your body, your ass cheeks jiggled with every thrust, "oh fuck, doll, you're so pretty, your ass looks so good from this angle," she gripped your hips so tightly you felt them bruise under her strong fingers. you tightened, "baby, oh! oh my goodness, baby, it's a lot...!" vi rubbed your ass before giving it a slap, a firm slap but not enough to mark really, "i love when it jiggles under my hand," she said, squeezing your ass cheeks as she made you slam your body down on the strap harder.
"i feel it so deep," you gasped, hand on your lower abdomen as you felt vi's huge strap moving in and out, your pussy made the most lewd schlik sclik sounds ever. your eyes were bleary with tears of pleasure as you rode her huge cock. "im gonna cum! oh baby, im cumming!"
ËáŻœ ĘË you woke up, head still reeling from last night and vi's muscular arms were around your naked body. you smiled at the sight of your step-sister deep asleep beside you, the sound of her breath the only sound in the room.
you smiled at her, "you're beautiful." you whispered before leaning in closer, your lips grazing vi's high cheekbone and watching the way her eyelashes fluttered against her pale cheeks. she cracked one eye open, only barely, "go back to sleep, babe, 's too early." and with that, she wrapped one heavy arm around you, pulling you down using the weight of her bicep, "jus' sleep in with me." your heart melted and you laid there with her, hands encircling around her too, "okay, baby, sleep tight." and with that you drifted off, too.
warnings: glad to be back, I really hope remembers my acc or my stories so far, don't have any ideas at the moment but the requests are mainly open for Ellie and Abby, there's only cockdrunk!ellie (my favorite)
youâre riding her slow, deliberate, nails dragging down her chest. Ellieâs already gone â head thrown back, lips slack, cheeks flushed. The harness creaks with every grind, her hands gripping your hips like sheâs holding on for dear life.
âf-fuckâfuck, baby, slow downâ she whimpers, but her hips keep bucking up, chasing you. Sheâs blushing like she knows how pathetic she sounds, eyes wet. âI canâtâshit, I canât take it, Iâm gonna... gonna cum so hardâ.
you lean down, press your mouth to her ear. âalready? Pathetic little loser fucking look at you just after barely ten minutes.â
she whines loud, thighs trembling under you, tears clinging to her lashes. âI canât help it, babygirl you feel so good, youâre so fucking tight, fuck Iâll do anything, just donât stop, please donât fucking stopâ.
you slam down harder and faster, watching her fall apart, ellieâs biting her fist now, muffling her sobs, hips jerking like sheâs lost all control. âhands down,â you order. âI want to hear you.â
she obeys, fist falling away and suddenly the room is filled with her cries, pathetic, broken sounds spilling out of her chest as the strap splits you open deeper, and she looks at you with glassy, desperate eyes, voice cracked: âbaby, Iâm your dumb little slut. Oh... fuck, fuck, Iâm yours, Iâm only yours!â.
you grab her face, nails digging into her jaw. âsay it again... Say it!â
her back arches and tears streaking down her cheeks as she moans it over and over, voice wrecked. âIâm yours, I am, please I'm yoursâ until her whole body convulses beneath you and she cums untouched, soaking through her boxers, crying out like sheâs breaking apart.
but you donât stop, you grind down harder, chasing your own high and Ellie sobs, writhing beneath you, overstimulated, begging through her tears âdonât stop please... I can take it, I can take more! fuck, ruin me, make me yours forever.â
and you do, you fuck her until sheâs incoherent, until sheâs drooling, until all thatâs left is your name on her tongue.
Yandere character (could be any I'm not picky) with fully willing reader?
Like, so willing they won't try to run away, that they'll coo and awwe at their yandere when someone talks to them and they know what's about to happen to the sorry sucker. So willing they'll take any mark or chain or rope necessary to keep their yandere at ease, will stayed tied up if wanted to, but also won't bother to even go near the door if they were free and their yendere wasn't home.
Idk, just an idea, maybe a character who's all ready for a struggle and crying and fighting and begging when reader wakes up but instead reader just says "why you hit me on the head? That hurts, jerk" while being tied up to a chair in a basement
you knew the way sevika obsessed over youâ it was unhinged, sick, twisted. every negative adjective you could link to yandere, but you never batted an eye at the people she bloodied for the sake of keeping your lane clean. admirers, proposals and sometimes even business associatesâ all taken care of with a single swing of her mechanical armâs blade, and gone, dead. she never left tracks, she knew you knew though, it was no secret. but what sevika also knew was that you would let her go to any lengths just to keep her sane and just to play within her desires.
âi don't want anyone to see you like this,â sevika grunted as she traced kisses down the valley of your chest, between your breasts. you leaned back, enjoying her touch with a smug grin on your lips, âthen don't let them see.â you leaned closer, âtie me and hold me captive if necessary.â sevika did exactly just that. you weren't unsettled for you were used to the obsessive behaviour of your girlfriendâ although she kept you chained to the chair all the time at her basement she never neglected your needs. she fed you homemade meals and rubbed your thighs when you complained about your sore legs. she even moved you to tie you to the bed frame so you had a little more comfort. âyoure like a dog sometimes.â you said, meaning to just tick her off a little and guess you did because right after sevika was all over you, panting like a wild animal.
her silicone strap slammed into your sopping hole with every loud squelch making your body tense, knees moving to try and crawl away. she was faster, she held you down with her mechanical arm, âyoure with me for life.â she grunted and thrusted, âforever. mine. all mine.â she grabbed you by your throat using her flesh hand, pulling you back to arch against her strap, âscream my name.â you choked on your moan, âvika!â your cuffs dragged and scraped the wood of the bed frame, âvika! vika! unghhh... im gonna cum!â sevika reached forward and bit the curve of your shoulder, âcum on my dick.â and you did.
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I hardly see any caitlyn fics these days, but if you can, can you do one where reader is lowkey giving her silent treatment and caitlyn eats her outtt
youâre ignoring her. not in an obvious, loud, dramatic way, but in that soft, quiet way that Caitlyn hates â the one where you donât look at her as long as you normally do, where your âmhmsâ are clipped instead of warm, where you sit on the other side of the couch with your arms tucked close.
and Caitlyn is patient, always has been. she tells herself she wonât pry, wonât push. but she notices everything. the tap of your nails on your thigh instead of her hand, the way you donât lean into her shoulder like you normally do. it eats at her.
finally, she sets down her teacup with a sigh, slipping closer. âdarling,â her voice is velvet, coaxing. âwhat have I done?â you donât answer. not really â just a little shrug, a glance away. silent treatment.
she hums, tilting her head, studying you. the detective in her knows this game, and the lover in her knows the fastest way to break your stubborn little wall.
so she kisses your jaw. then your neck. then sheâs coaxing you onto your back, hands steady as she undoes the buttons of your shirt with infuriatingly meticulous care. âif you wonât tell me,â she murmurs, eyes flashing, âthen Iâll have to persuade you another way.â
and god, Caitlyn lives for persuasion.
she takes her time â kissing down your stomach, parting your thighs with soft, decisive hands. her tongue is warm, deliberate, pleading in its own way, every stroke like: look at me, forgive me, let me back in.
youâre still trying to keep up the act, biting back noises, covering your mouth. Caitlyn notices, of course. she slides a hand up, presses it against yours, pulling it away so she can hear everything.
when your hips start rolling against her mouth, when you finally gasp out her name, she pulls back just slightly, lips slick, voice low and smug: âah. so you do want to talk to me.â
and then she dives right back in, determined to wring every ounce of forgiveness out of you until youâre too wrecked to even remember why you were upset in the first place.
warnings: smut ;; superrr slow burn but the smut is so worth too read, trust ;; age gap ;; milf cassandraa ;; forbidden romance ;; break up ;; masturbation ;; angst ;; drama ;; betrayal ;; face sitting ;; little bit of manipulation?? ;; cliffhanger
A FEW MONTHS AGO
The first time Caitlyn invited you to her familyâs estate, you spent the entire tram ride over with your stomach twisting. It wasnât just that you were meeting her parentsâ meeting the infamous Kirammans was something else entirely. Their name carried weight, prestige. They werenât just anyoneâs parents.
You smoothed your jacket as the gates of the mansion came into view, polished black iron curling into elaborate shapes. The place loomed in pale stone and tall windows, the kind of structure that didnât need to announce its importance, it simply was.
âRelax,â Caitlyn said with a soft laugh, her gloved hand brushing yours as you walked up the path. She looked radiant, navy coat buttoned up perfectly, dark hair catching the winter light. âTheyâre not as frightening as you think.â
You tried to smile, but your heart kept hammering.
Inside, the mansion was worseâ marble floors, chandeliers, art that looked older than Piltover itself. Everything was spotless, curated, cold. Caitlyn led you through with the confidence of someone who grew up here, tossing casual commentary about where she used to sneak biscuits from the kitchen as a child.
You were still staring up at the painted ceiling when you heard it,
âCaitlyn, darling, youâre home.â
The voice was low, smooth, commanding yet feminine. You turned, and there she was.
Cassandra Kiramman.
She descended the stairs like she owned not just the mansion, but the ground beneath it. Her hair was swept back elegantly, streaks of silver glinting under the light. Her dress was simple yet devastatingâ dark fabric hugging her waist, draping over her like it had been tailored to perfection. The heels clicked against marble with precision.
And her eyesâŠgods, her eyes locked on you, sharp and assessing, the kind that could pin someone in place without a word.
You swallowed. Hard.
âMother,â Caitlyn smiled, stepping forward into her embrace. âThis is my⊠partner.â She turned to you with a proud little tilt of her head. âThe one I told you about.â
Cassandraâs gaze slid back to you, and it was like being caught under a spotlight. She extended a hand. Long fingers, manicured nails. âSo this is the one who has stolen my daughterâs heart.â
Her tone was polite, almost warm. But something in her eyes burned deeper.
You reached out, palm damp, and shook her hand. Her grip was firm, lingering just long enough to make your chest tighten.
âAn honour to meet you, Mrs Kiramman,â you said quickly.
Her lips curved, just slightly. âPlease, Cassandra will do.â
The sound of her name in her own voice made your stomach flip. You forced yourself to let go of her hand, though your skin tingled where sheâd touched it.
Caitlyn chatted with her mother, laughing about something trivial, but you barely heard. Your gaze kept drifting back, drawn like a moth to flame. The way Cassandraâs necklace rested against her collarbone, the way she tilted her glass when a servant offered wine, the way she listened with an intensity that made you feel small.
At one point, her eyes flicked to yours again across the room. Not long. Just a glance. But it was enough to make heat rush to your face.
You spent the rest of the evening trying to act normal, to be the charming partner Caitlyn clearly wanted her mother to approve of. But underneath every polite answer, every practiced smile, there was that pull.
The kind youâd never admit to Caitlyn.
The kind that left you lying awake that night replaying Cassandraâs voice, her eyes, her hand holding yours a moment too long.
PRESENT // NOW
Youâd gone to Caitlynâs townhouse, expecting the usual: tea steeping on the table, her coat neatly draped over a chair, books stacked in orderly towers around the sofa. But the moment you walked in, you knew something was off.
She wasnât smiling.
âDarling,â Caitlyn began, voice soft, almost trembling. She gestured for you to sit, her long fingers fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve. âWeâŠwe need to talk.â
Your stomach dropped. You sat down anyway, trying to keep your hands still. âCait? baby whatâs wrong?â
Her blue eyes lifted to yours, filled with that careful, practiced gentleness she used on everyone. Only now, it was directed at you, and it made your throat tighten.
âIt isnât you,â she said quietly. âTruly, it isnât. Itâs me.â
The words landed like shards of glass.
You blinked, forcing a laugh. âYouâre joking.â
But Caitlyn shook her head, lips pressed thin. âIâm not. I have to be honest with you..I need to focus on my studies, on university. You know how my path is. The expectations, the workloadâŠitâs not something I can afford to split myself away from,â She reached for your hand, tentative, her thumb brushing your knuckles. âYou deserve more than someone who will always have one eye on a textbook.â
The tears came fast, hot, unstoppable. âSo what, Cait? Youâre just, just leaving me behind? After everything?â
Her face twisted with guilt. âI wish I could be everything you need. But if I try to hold onto this, Iâll resent myself. and you.â
You shook your head furiously, tears dripping onto your lap. âYou donât get it, I donât care about your damn textbooks, I care about you!â Your voice cracked embarrassingly. You wiped at your cheeks with the back of your sleeve, hiccupping through sobs. âI can wait, really i can. I can work with it, we- we can make it work, Cait!â
âDarling.â Her voice broke, but she still pulled her hand back. âPlease donât make this harder. I love what we had. But I canât give you the future you deserve right now.â
That was it. The gentle blade slipped between your ribs and left you hollow.
You sobbed, shoulders shaking, covering your face with your palms. Caitlyn moved to sit beside you, wrapping an arm around your back, rocking you slightly as though that would soften the pain.
But the more she whispered reassurancesâ itâs not you, youâre wonderful, itâs just meâ the more the words twisted into knives.
When you finally pulled away, your eyes were red, your nose raw from wiping it. You muttered something about needing to go, stumbling out into the night air with your chest still heaving.
The next few days blurred together. Tea went cold on your desk, assignments piled up untouched. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw Caitlynâs faceâthe apology in her eyes, the way she said darling for the last time.
But as the weeks stretched, something strange happened. The grief shifted.
When your mind wandered, it didnât always drift to Caitlyn. Not her smile, not her voice, not her blue eyes.
Instead, you found yourself replaying the memory of another evening entirely.
Cassandraâs voice, low and commanding, filling the marble halls.
Cassandraâs hand, warm around yours, lingering a second too long.
Cassandraâs eyes, sharp enough to strip you bare with a single glance.
Cassandra cassandra, everything about cassandra.
It was wrong. Gods, it was so so wrong. Caitlynâs mother. Untouchable. Forbidden.
But when you lay in bed at night, staring at the ceiling, it wasnât Caitlynâs name that caught on your lips in the dark.
It was Cassandraâs.
Youâd realised it the first night you cried yourself to sleep. Sobs had wracked your chest until exhaustion finally pulled you under, but even then, in those blurry fragments of dreams, it wasnât Caitlynâs hands you imagined soothing you. It wasnât her lips brushing your temple.
It was her mother.
And once the thought dug its claws into you, you couldnât shake it.
Weeks after the breakup, you still tossed restlessly in bed, sheets tangled around your legs, the room too quiet. The ache of loss should have left you hollow, but instead it burned low in your stomach, insistent, shameful.
You told yourself not to think about it. Not to think about her.
But the moment your eyes fluttered shut, she was there.
Cassandra, descending the marble staircase in that dark dress that clung to her waist. Cassandra, the way her eyes had lingered on you across the drawing room. Cassandra, voice like velvet wrapping around your name.
A low whimper slipped from your throat before you could bite it back. Your hand drifted under the covers almost on instinct, pressing against the heat blooming between your thighs.
It was patheticâ touching yourself while tears still streaked your cheeks. But gosh, you couldnât stop.
You spread your legs, pushing your hand past the waistband of your sleep shorts, fingers brushing through the dampness already gathering there. The first press of your fingertips against your clit made your back arch off the mattress, a gasp escaping you.
âCâCassandraâŠâ you whispered into the dark.
The sound of her name from your own lips sent a guilty thrill straight through you.
Your other hand clutched the sheets, knuckles white, while the one between your legs began to circle faster. You imagined it wasnât your own fingersâ no, it was hers. Long, elegant fingers that had once curled around yours in greeting. What would they feel like sliding into you? Crooking just right? Commanding you with the same poise she commanded a room?
You pressed harder, hips jerking, your thighs trembling around your hand.
âOh fuck! nngh,â The words broke into a whimper, muffled by the pillow you buried your face into.
Every thought of Caitlyn, every pang of grief, burned away under the flood of Cassandra. You saw her smirking faintly, saw her eyes narrowing as she pinned you in place, saw her pressing you down into the mattress as if she knew exactly how filthy your thoughts had been all along.
Your fingers slipped lower, gathering wetness, sliding down to push one inside yourself. The stretch made you gasp, but you wanted more. Needed more. Another finger followed, and you pumped them desperately, the lewd sound of your arousal filling the quiet room. squelch squelch squelch
âPlease,â you whimpered into the pillow, not even sure what you were begging for. For her touch. For her voice. For her to find you like this, trembling and ruined in your bed.
The coil in your stomach snapped all at once. You came hard, thighs clenching around your hand, body shuddering as your orgasm ripped through you. The cry of her name tore out of you, muffled but unmistakableâ
âCassandra!â
You collapsed against the sheets, panting, fingers still buried inside yourself. Sweat slicked your skin, your pulse thundered in your ears. The shame crashed in immediately, heavy and suffocating.
What the hell had you just done?
You curled onto your side, pulling the covers tight around you as if they could hide the truth. As if they could erase the way your body still ached for her.
But you knew the truth now. The worst of it.
You hadnât just been thinking of Cassandra.
You wanted her.
THE NEXT DAY
The library was supposed to be safe.
Youâd gone there with every intention of focusing, stack of notes under your arm, pen tucked behind your ear. It was quiet, the kind of quiet that should have let you bury yourself in textbooks until your brain stopped buzzing.
But it didnât.
Because every time your mind drifted, it went back to her.
Cassandra.
The night before had been the worst â or the best, depending on how you looked at it. Youâd come undone in your own bed, sweating and whimpering her name into your pillow, fingers buried inside yourself until youâd collapsed in shame. The memory of it clung to you now like smoke, impossible to shake.
You chewed at your pen cap, trying to concentrate on the lines of text in front of you. But then â
âExcuse me.â
That voice. Smooth, low, commanding.
Your whole body went rigid. Slowly, like you were afraid to confirm it, you lifted your head.
And there she was.
Cassandra Kiramman, standing only a few feet away in the hushed aisle of the library, a folder of papers tucked under one arm. She looked devastatingly composed, as always â her dark coat tailored to perfection, a silk scarf at her throat, hair swept back with the faintest glint of silver catching the light from the tall windows.
Your mouth went dry.
She smiled, polite and faint, as if nothing was unusual about running into her here. âYouâre CaitlynâsâŠâ she hesitated, then softened her tone, ââŠformer partner, arenât you?â
The word former cut sharper than you expected.
You scrambled to sit straighter, tucking a loose paper into your notebook to look less like a wreck. âY-yes. IâŠI didnât expect to see you here, Mrs. Kirammanââ
Her head tilted, eyes narrowing just slightly. âCassandra,â she corrected smoothly.
Gods. Hearing it again made your chest ache.
You nodded quickly, unable to stop your gaze from flicking down â and catching on the gleam of her wedding ring. Thick, gold, deliberate. Tobiasâs.
The sight hit you like a slap.
The shame of last night â of panting her name while pumping your fingers into yourself â came roaring back. Your skin flushed hot, embarrassment prickling over every inch. She was married. Untouchable. And you were disgusting for even thinking otherwise.
âum..I should get back to studying.â You pushed your chair back, ready to flee before you humiliated yourself any further.
But Cassandra stepped forward.
Not retreating. Closing the distance.
Her heels clicked softly against the wood floor, echoing in the quiet aisles, until she stood beside your table. You could smell her perfume now â subtle, expensive, a clean mix of cedar and something floral. It made your pulse race.
âDonât let me interrupt,â she said, but her eyes stayed fixed on you, sharp enough to pin you in place. She slid one of her papers onto the table, pretending to glance at it, though you could feel the weight of her attention still pressing into you.
You swallowed hard, staring down at your notes like they could save you. Words swam uselessly across the page. Your fingers twitched, remembering how theyâd been buried inside yourself last night, remembering how youâd moaned her name into the dark.
Your legs squeezed together under the table.
Cassandra leaned in slightly, one hand braced against the back of the chair next to you. Too close. Her voice dropped, low enough for only you to hear.
âYou look flushed,â she murmured. âAre you well?â
Your heart leapt into your throat. You nodded too quickly, too stiffly. âF-fine! Just⊠studying.â
She hummed softly, a sound that felt like it rolled through your bones. Her gaze flicked down, catching the way you gripped your pen so tightly your knuckles whitened. Then she looked back at you, and there was something in her eyes now â something sharper than polite curiosity.
It lingered.
Daring. Testing.
And you couldnât look away.
The longer she stood there, leaning just slightly against the chair beside you, the harder it became to breathe.
You kept your eyes on your notes, but the words had dissolved into meaningless scribbles. Your pen tapped against the margin, betraying your nerves.
She noticed, of course. She noticed everything.
âDarling,â Cassandra murmured, the word sliding off her tongue like silk. âYouâll wear a hole through the page if you keep tapping like that.â
You froze, pen stilling instantly. Heat flooded your face. The way sheâd said it, darling ,casual, maybe, but devastating.
Your throat went dry. âS-sorry.â
Her lips curved. âNo need to apologise.â
The shame burned hotter. Your gaze darted again to her left hand, to the glinting gold of Tobiasâs ring. But gosh the way she reached across the table, smoothing out one of her papers⊠okay pause, does she like it gentle? STOP.
You pushed your chair back, desperate to escape before your thoughts betrayed you. âI should really get goingââ
A sound interrupted you.
Tap⊠tap⊠tap.
Rain.
You turned toward the window and felt your heart sink. The sky had opened, sheets of water hammering against the glass, turning the streets below into rivers. People outside scrambled under awnings, coats soaked through in seconds.
Cassandra followed your gaze, then clicked her tongue softly. âWhat dreadful timing.â
Before you could even suggest waiting it out, she straightened, smoothing her scarf. âYouâll catch your death walking in that storm.â She looked back at you, her eyes softening just enough to make your pulse trip. âCome, sweetie. Iâll drive you home.â
Your heart stuttered. Sweetie.
âI couldnât ask youââ
âNonsense.â Her accent cut through your protest, crisp and precise, the kind of tone that ended debates before they began. âItâs hardly any trouble. Besides, Iâd rather not leave you to drown on Piltoverâs sidewalks.â
You swallowed hard, clutching your notebook to your chest like a shield. Every sensible voice in your head screamed no. This was Caitlynâs mother! Married. Untouchable.
But Cassandra was already gathering her things with graceful efficiency, then extending her hand toward you â not quite touching, but offering and commanding.
âCome along,â she said gently, but firmly, like youâd be a fool to refuse. âWeâll have tea while the rain eases.â
Tea.
Your stomach flipped violently, remembering the taste of her name on your tongue last night, the way youâd whispered it into your sheets as you came undone. And now she was offering tea. Inviting you into her world again.
Your hand shook as you slid it into hers. Warm. Strong. The same touch that had lingered in your fantasies, now pulling you to your feet.
âGood girl,â she murmured under her breath, almost too quiet to catch. Almost.
And ohhhh, you folded.
The ride to the Kiramman estate was a blur. Rain hammered against the windows, cloaking the city in streaks of silver, but all you could focus on was the scent of Cassandraâs perfume filling the car. It clung to the leather seats, to the air itself. She drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting lightly on the gearshift, her wedding ring catching flashes of streetlight. Every time her fingers flexed, your stomach twisted.
By the time you pulled through the iron gates, you felt wrung out â half from the storm outside, half from the storm inside your chest.
The mansion loomed again, familiar yet daunting. Cassandra led the way up the steps, her heels clicking softly, and you trailed behind like a guilty shadow.
âDonât look so tense, sweetie,â she said as she unlocked the door, her accent wrapping around the word. She glanced over her shoulder, eyes sharp enough to see right through you. âCaitlynâs away at university. You wonât be running into her here.â
The reassurance should have calmed you. Instead, it made your heart race faster.
Inside, the house was warm, golden light spilling across polished floors. Cassandra handed you a towel with her usual elegance, then gestured toward the sitting room. âGo on. Iâll bring tea.â
You sank into the same velvet sofa youâd sat on months ago when Caitlyn first introduced you. The memory hit like a stone to the chest â Caitlyn laughing, her hand brushing yours, so proud to present you to her mother. And nowâŠnow you were sitting here alone, pulse racing for all the wrong reasons.
Cassandra returned with a tray, the porcelain clinking softly as she set it down. The steam curled up, fragrant and soothing. She poured with steady hands, offering you a cup.
âThere we are,â she murmured. âSomething to take the chill away.â
Your fingers brushed as you took it. Just a graze. Barely anything. But it sent a shiver darting down your spine.
Cassandra sat beside you, not close, not indecent, but close enough that the space between your knees felt dangerous. She crossed one leg over the other, fabric of her dress whispering, her heel dangling lazily. Her posture was perfect, as always, but the weight of her gaze was impossible to ignore.
âSo,â she began, voice calm, conversational. âHow have you been⊠since Caitlyn?â
The tea turned bitter on your tongue. ââŠIâve been managing,â you said carefully, though your voice cracked.
Cassandraâs head tilted, studying you. âShe told me it was her choice. That she needed to focus on her studies.â A pause. âBut it canât have been easy for you.â
You looked down at your cup, knuckles tightening around the delicate handle. âIt wasnât.â
Her hand rested lightly on the back of the sofa, just behind your shoulder. Not touching, but near enough that you could feel the heat of it. âIâm sorry, sweetie. My daughter has always been devoted to her duties. SometimesâŠto a fault.â
Your throat tightened. Something about the way she said my daughter made guilt slam into you all over again. And yetâ your thighs pressed together under the table, your body betraying you with a slow, aching pulse of heat.
You dared a glance up.
Cassandra was already watching you. Her expression was calm, kind even, but her eyes lingered too long, too deliberately. You remembered the way sheâd said good girl in the library, almost under her breath. You remembered her hand around yours that first night, warm and firm. You remembered your own voice, desperate and shaking, moaning her name in the dark.
You shifted on the sofa, nearly spilling your tea.
Your heart leapt to your throat. ân-no, Iâm fine.â
âMm.â She set her cup down with perfect poise, then leaned back, stretching one arm along the sofaâs edge behind you. Casual. Natural. Except it left you caged against the velvet, her presence surrounding you, her scent filling your lungs.
âYou donât have to pretend with me,â she said softly. Her voice carried the weight of command, but the gentleness of a lullaby. âYouâre allowed to be upset. Allowed to feel.â
Your breath hitched.
The room was too warm. Her hand was too close. And when you finally looked at her, really looked â at the sharp line of her jaw, the curve of her mouth, the steady burn of her gaze â you knew there was no pretending left in you at all.
Your tea cup rattled faintly in its saucer as you set it down, hands trembling.
âIâŠâ The words stuck, caught in the knot of heat and shame tightening your chest. âI donât think I should be here.â
Your lips parted, but nothing came out. Because the real reason â the memory of her name spilling from your lips last night while your fingers worked desperately between your thighs â was too filthy to confess.
She didnât let you answer. Instead, Cassandra leaned closer, her arm brushing the back of your shoulders as if she were only shifting to get comfortable. But it was deliberate, everything about her was deliberate. Her voice dipped lower, rich and velvety.
âYouâre flushed again.â
You stiffened. âItâs justâŠhot in here.â
Her lips curved. âIs that so?â
Her hand, the one draped along the sofaâs edge, slid just a fraction lower, close enough that the tips of her fingers brushed against your shoulder. Barely a touch, but it burned straight through the fabric of your shirt.
You jerked slightly, heart hammering. âCassandra, Iââ
The sound of her name on your tongue made her eyes sharpen, her smile curve darker.
âWhat is it, darling?â she murmured.
You broke.
All the shame, all the nights youâd spent replaying her voice in your head, all the guilt of wanting what you shouldnât â it all spilled out at once. Your breath came shaky, your chest heaving as you blurted, âI canât stop thinking about you.â
The words hung in the air, heavy, irreversible.
For a moment, Cassandra was still. Silent. Her gaze searched yours, calculating, weighing. Then, slowly, she shifted â closing the space between you inch by inch, until her knee brushed yours and her perfume wrapped around you like smoke.
âYou shouldnât say things like that,â she whispered. But her hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face up toward hers. Her thumb stroked lightly against your cheek, catching the heat of your blush. âNot unless you mean them.â
âI..â Your voice cracked, pathetic, desperate. âI do.â
Her eyes darkened
and then her mouth was on yours.
The kiss wasnât gentle. It wasnât testing. It was consuming. Her lips pressed firm, commanding, and all the air rushed from your lungs in a shudder. You gasped into her, clutching at the sofa cushions as her thumb stroked along your jaw, holding you exactly where she wanted you.
A whimper escaped you â high, needy and humiliating.
She pulled back just enough to watch your reaction, her lips still brushing yours. âSo sensitive,â she murmured. âso eager.â
Your cheeks burned. âIâm sorry!â
Her hand slid lower, fingers curling lightly around your throat. Not squeezing, not yet, but the weight of it made your knees press tighter together.
âDonât apologise,â Cassandra said softly, her British lilt wrapping the words like velvet steel. âNot when you sound so pretty begging for me without even realising it.â
You trembled under her touch, torn between shame and desperate need. Every inch of you was hot, burning, your core aching in time with your pulse.
âTell me,â she said, tilting your chin higher, her eyes gleaming with amusement and hunger. âWhen did you first think of me like this?â
Your lips parted, but no words came.
Her smile turned sharper. âWas it when we shook hands, darling? When I held you just a second too long?â Her thumb brushed across your lower lip, dragging it down. âOr was it later? Alone in your bed?â
You froze, mortified.
She saw it instantly. The way your breath hitched, your eyes widened, the shame flooding your face.
âOh,â Cassandra whispered, delight curling in her tone. âSo thatâs it.â She leaned in until her lips brushed your ear, her breath hot against your skin. âYou touched yourself, didnât you? Thinking of me.â
A strangled whimper broke from your throat.
Cassandra chuckled, low and dangerous, her hand sliding from your jaw down to rest at your collarbone, fingers trailing dangerously close to the neckline of your shirt. âHow obscene,â she murmured. âMy daughterâs ex lover, writhing in their sheets, moaning my name.â
You couldnât speak. Couldnât breathe. Your thighs pressed together helplessly, your body betraying you completely.
She leaned back just enough to meet your eyes again, her thumb stroking once more across your trembling lower lip. âShow me,â she said, voice a purr. âshow me how you thought of me.â
You swallowed hard. âCâCassandra, I donâtâŠâ
Her smile was soft, but dangerous. âHush, sweetie.â She brushed her thumb over your lips again, her accent wrapping the words like silk. âYouâre trembling. Do you know how lovely you look when youâre flustered?â
Your stomach flipped. Your thighs clenched tighter.
And then she pulled back, sudden and composed, as though sheâd never touched you at all. She stood, smoothed the skirt of her dress, and tilted her head toward the window.
âOh dear. Itâs absolutely pouring,â she said lightly, like she hadnât just had her hand on your throat. She turned to you, voice lilting. âI canât possibly send you home in this, darling. Youâll have to stay.â
You blinked, words fumbling. âI donât want to intrudeââ
âDonât be silly.â Cassandraâs smile softened into something almost maternal, though the gleam in her eye gave her away. âCome. Let me bring you upstairs, get you something dry.â
You followed her on weak legs, your heart pounding, knowing exactly what you were walking into and too weak to turn back.
Her bedroom smelled like her perfume, warm spice and faint floral, heady in the air. She shut the door softly behind you, the click of the latch far too final.
âYouâre drenched through,â she murmured, reaching up to toy with the edge of your shirt. Her fingers brushed your damp skin, sending a shiver through you. âTake this off.â
Your breath caught. âW-what?â
âSweetheart,â she purred, âI asked nicely.â
Your hands shook as you peeled your shirt over your head, leaving you in nothing but your bra. Cassandraâs eyes swept over you, slow and deliberate, before she smiled like a predator.
âPretty little thing,â she murmured. âNo wonder Caitlyn was so taken with you.â
The mention of her daughter made your chest clench with shame, but Cassandraâs hand was already at your jaw again, tilting your face up to hers.
âDonât pout,â she whispered. âIt doesnât suit you.â
Her lips crashed against yours.
This time you didnât resist â couldnât. You melted into her, whimpering as her tongue slid against yours, her hand tightening at the back of your neck to hold you exactly where she wanted you.
Her other hand trailed downward, over your collarbone, over your stomach, pausing just at the waistband of your jeans. She smirked against your mouth when your hips jolted forward, begging for more.
âEager girl,â she murmured. âGo on, take them off.â
You scrambled to obey, clumsy and desperate, tugging your jeans and underwear down until you stood bare in front of her. Your face burned, but Cassandra looked utterly composed, like she was surveying something she already owned.
âLovely,â she whispered, stepping closer until her body brushed yours. Her fingers slid down your stomach, lower, until she found the wet heat between your thighs.
You gasped, clutching at her shoulders as her fingers stroked lazily through your folds. âCâCassandra!â
âYes, darling?â she teased, eyes sharp. âDoes this feel familiar? Like when you thought of me last night?â
Your knees nearly buckled.
She chuckled, sliding one finger inside you without warning. You cried out, muffling the sound against her shoulder as your body clamped down around her.
âGreedy little thing,â she purred. âSo tight for me. Did you imagine this? My fingers filling you?â
You nodded desperately, tears stinging your eyes from the overwhelming stretch. âY-yes, oh my mmh,â
She rewarded you with another finger, pumping them slowly, deliberately, dragging her thumb up to circle your clit.
The sound of your slick echoed obscenely in the quiet room. You writhed against her, panting, helpless.
Cassandra leaned down, lips brushing your ear. âSay my name,â she whispered.
âCâCassandra! â
âMmm, thatâs it.â Her pace quickened, fingers curling to hit a spot inside you that made your vision blur. âSo filthy, crying my name in my bed while my husbandâs ring is still on my finger.â
The shame made it worse â hotter, sharper. Your body buckled, grinding down against her hand, chasing release.
âYouâre close, arenât you?â she taunted, her voice silk-wrapped steel. âGo on, darling. Come for me. Show me how pathetic you are for your ex loverâs mother.â
The words ripped you apart. You came with a sob, thighs shaking, clenching helplessly around her fingers as she fucked you through it, drawing it out until you collapsed against her chest.
Cassandra smirked, kissing the top of your head as her fingers finally slid free, wet and glistening. She raised them to her lips, sucking them clean with a slow, obscene hum.
âDelicious,â she purred.
Your face burned, still trembling, barely able to breathe.
And she was already smiling down at you like a cat with a mouse between her claws.
She sat at the edge, smoothing her dress back into place as if she hadnât just made you come apart on her hand. Her dark eyes roved over you, sharp and knowing.
âLook at you,â she murmured. âWrecked already. And yetâŠâ She leaned in close, brushing her nose against yours. âyou want more, donât you?â
Your breath caught. Shame burned through you, but the ache between your thighs throbbed harder. You nodded quickly, words tumbling out:
âPâplease, Cassandra. I⊠I want more.â
Her lips curved into that smug little smile. âWhat is it you want, darling?â
The words stuck in your throat. You squeezed your eyes shut, humiliated, before whispering,
âI wantâŠto taste you.â
Cassandra stilled, then chuckled low, wicked. âOh, sweetheart.â Her hand cupped your cheek, forcing you to look at her. âYou want me to sit on your face?â
Your whole body flushed hot. âY-yes,â
She laughed softly, delighted. âMy, my. So polite. So eager.â Her fingers traced your lips, pressing down lightly. âBut I could tell from your kiss earlierâŠyour pretty mouth is inexperienced. Tell me, darling.â Her eyes glittered. âDid my daughter not teach you how to serve a woman properly?â
The shame hit you like a knife, but Cassandraâs tone made your stomach twist with heat. You shook your head, voice barely a whisper. ânoâŠâ
âAwh,â she crooned, mock-pity curling in her accent. âMy poor darling. Neglected. No wonder youâre so hungry for me.â
She stood then, graceful, and unzipped her dress. It slid from her shoulders, pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a silk slip that clung to her curves. She climbed onto the bed with a feline ease, straddling your chest, her weight warm and commanding.
Her slip rode up as she lifted one thigh over your head, positioning herself above your mouth. She smirked down at you, fingers sliding into your hair.
âOpen wide, sweet girl,â she purred.
You obeyed instantly, your lips parting. Cassandra lowered herself until the heat of her cunt brushed your mouth, slick and intoxicating.
âLick.â
Your tongue flicked against her hesitantly, timid and unsure.
She sighed, amused. âMmm. Sloppy. Youâre not serving me, darling, youâre teasing. Flatten your tongue. Thatâs it, broader.â
You did as she instructed, pressing your tongue up firmly, dragging it through her folds. Her hips rolled slightly against your mouth, a soft moan slipping from her lips.
âBetter,â she praised, though her voice trembled faintly with pleasure. âNow, focus. Circle my clit. Yes yeesss⊠just like that.â
You whimpered against her, the taste of her overwhelming, your jaw already aching. She tugged your hair, grinding down a little harder.
âDonât be shy. Use that pretty mouth. Drink me in.â
Your tongue circled faster, desperation fueling you. Cassandraâs moans grew richer, spilling from her throat, her accent thickening as she lost composure.
âOhhh, darling, yes! thatâs it.â Her hips rocked against you now, more insistent. âMy little student, learning so well,â
Your heart clenched, but her words only made you more frantic, eager to please her. You sucked gently at her clit, and Cassandra cried out, her thighs trembling around your face.
âAhhh, clever girl. Thatâs it. Suck me properly. Yes, yes just like that-â
Her body shuddered above you, her grip in your hair tightening painfully as she came, grinding down hard against your mouth. Her moan was long, sharp, guttural, utterly devastating.
When she finally collapsed back against the headboard, panting, her thighs slid from your face. She looked down at you with a wrecked, satisfied grin, brushing your messy hair back from your forehead.
âWell,â she purred breathlessly. âI think weâve found your talent.â
Your lungs still hadnât fully caught up when Cassandra finally slipped off you, gathering you into her arms like you weighed nothing. She kissed your temple, lazy and warm, and pulled a blanket over both of you.
âThere now,â she murmured in that velvety accent, stroking your hair back. âMy clever girl. Did so well for me.â
Your face burned, but nestled into her chest, you melted at the quiet affection in her voice. Cassandra smelt faintly of her perfume, roses and smoke, grounding you in the haze of what had just happened.
She guided a glass of water to your lips, coaxing you to drink, then kissed away the drops that spilled. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, even tender â rubbing slow circles into your back, humming softly as if sheâd done this a hundred times before.
You drifted like that, cocooned in her sheets, her arms, her scent.
Somewhere between the warmth of her body and the steady thrum of her heartbeat beneath your cheek, you mustâve dozed.
When you stirred again, the room was dim with the late afternoon light. Cassandra was sprawled elegantly beside you, silk robe loosely tied, watching you with that knowing little smile.
âBack with me, sweetheart?â she teased, brushing your cheek. âYou looked angelic, sleeping in my bed.â
Heat crawled up your neck. You mumbled something about needing to go, fumbling to slip into your clothes. Cassandra just smirked, leaning on one elbow to watch, unbothered.
âDonât rush,â she purred. âBut if you must⊠at least drink some tea before you go.â
You tugged your jacket on, your legs still unsteady, and finally made your way down her quiet hall. Cassandraâs home was too perfect, too intimate now, and your heart beat wildly at the thought of what youâd just done.
The front door clicked shut behind you. Cool air hit your flushed skin.
And thenâ
Your stomach plummeted.
Because standing right there at the edge of the walkway, phone in hand, was her.
Caitlyn.
Her dark hair caught the evening light, her brows furrowed as she glanced up at you.
Your ex.
The person whose mother youâd just spent the night with.